Moonlit Whispers by the Forest Creek

In the heart of the forest where shadows play,

The babbling beautiful creek flows all day,

The trees dance when the wind howls,

The green moss is as soft as a cloud,

Clear skies as birds roam the air,

A perfect view, so very rare,

The stream’s gentle whistles blend with the breeze,

A lullaby sings through the rustling trees,

In the dusk of the evening, where shadows disappear,

Guiding the moonlight as it starts to appear,

So let the forest and its stream,

Be the backdrop of your sweetest dream,

A mirror to the moon’s soft silver light,

A shimmering path through the quiet night,

As stars softly shimmer in the velvet sky,

The forest’s magic lets out a sigh,

Each moment here, so warm and bright,

Is a gentle whisper through the night,

In this haven, let your heart ascend,

And find peace as the daylight ends.