The Gnomes, guardians of the enchanted Forest

Deep in the forest, among shadows and mysteries,

where the sun kisses the leaves and the wind whispers tales,

reside the gnomes, tiny and magical beings,

guardians of the silent kingdom, in their fantastic world.

Under the silver moon, they dance in the twilight,

their laughter like little bells, their joy never dives,

with long beards and laughing wrinkled faces,

they weave spells of light and dreams in the dawn.

In their huts carved from logs and stones,

they keep ancient secrets, legends that the breeze carries,

their sparkling eyes know the essence of the earth,

and in every hidden corner, their magic clings.

Gnomes are the sages of flora and fauna,

they watch the deer and birds with early attention,

they care for the trees with love and devotion,

weaving invisible webs in every nook and cranny.

When the sun sets and the stars awaken,

the Gnomes gather in circles, their light flickering,

they sing forgotten songs in ancestral languages,

for they are the custodians of primordial secrets.

In their pointy hats they keep the essence of life,

small potions of joy and healing, welcome,

with laughter and mischief they fill the air with magic,

guiding lost hearts from melancholy.

On nights of full moon, when the wind whispers their name,

Gnomes cross the thresholds of the world, without wonder,

they travel through dreams and thoughts, in silence and stealth,

guarding the destinies of those who cross their path.

Thus, in the heart of the forest, in a hidden realm,

the Gnomes weave stories with threads of love and oblivion,

guardians of nature, friends of the imagination,

they invite us into a magical world, full of exploration.

O enchanted Gnomes, on your moss thrones seated,

we thank you for your care, for your self-sacrificing love,

may your light continue to shine in the forest and in the soul,

reminding us of the beauty of life and its eternal calm.

(Image made by AI).