Whispers of the Woods: A Tale of Enchantment

In the heart of Whispering Woods so deep,

Where ancient trees their silent vigil kept,

A tale unfolds of magic and might,

Where nature's spirits dance in the moonlight.

In shadows cast by branches tall and old,

Lies secrets of the forest, yet untold.

For here, within this enchanted land,

The trees themselves, with wisdom grand,

They whisper secrets in the rustling leaves,

Of ancient tales that time retrieves.

Their roots entwined with the earth below,

Their branches reach high, aglow.

With voices soft, they weave a song,

Of ages past and rights and wrongs.

For in this forest, where spirits roam,

The trees themselves make this place home.

So listen close as the wind blows by,

And hear the echoes of the ancient sky.

For in Whispering Woods, the tale is true,

Of magic, mystery, and nature's hue.