In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees preside,

A sacred place of wonder, where spirits reside.

The trees, they whisper secrets of a world untold;

A place where magic dwells and stories unfold.

 

The forest floor, a tapestry of green,

A carpet of ferns, a verdant sheen.

The canopy above, a ceiling of leaves;

A sanctuary for all, a place of beliefs.

 

The creatures here, they dance and play

Under the watchful eyes of the trees all day.

The faeries flit and the sprites sing

In this enchanted place, where joy does cling.

 

The forest air, it whispers low,

Of magic and wonder, as the sun does glow.

The sacred place, it calls to thee;

Come and discover this place of glee.