The forest holds memories

In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand tall,
Whispers of the past linger, in every leaf's fall.
Each rustle of the wind, each babbling brook's song,
Carries tales of yesteryears, echoing strong.

The forest holds memories, in its silent embrace,
Of lovers' stolen moments, in a secluded space.
Of children's laughter, echoing through the glade,
And elders' wisdom, beneath the ancient shade.

In the depths of the woods, where shadows dance,
Lie secrets untold, waiting for a chance.
To be unearthed by those who dare to roam,
In the labyrinth of time, where memories roam.

Each rustling leaf, each crackling twig,
Whispers stories of joy, and sorrow so big.
The forest holds memories, etched in its soul,
Forever preserving the tales, of lives untold.

So wander into the woods, with an open heart,
And listen to the whispers, of lives that once were part.
For in the heart of the forest, where mysteries unfold,
The memories of ages past, forever shall be told.