Whispers of the Enchanted Forest

Whence the tides of twilight swell,

In a wooded dell, I dwell,

Where the whispering branches meet,

And the forest floor is sweet.

Nature's secrets there, concealed,

To a patient heart revealed,

Winding paths and mossy stone,

Whispers from the great unknown.

Bound by leaf and root and stream,

Bound by sunlight's golden gleam,

In this quiet, hallowed space,

Time's relentless march, we brace.

Lonely, in the woods I rove,

Finding solace, finding love,

In the trees, the earth, the sky,

Echoes of a world gone by.

Through these woods, I'll wander long,

Seeking solace, seeking song,

In the twilight, shadows dance,

Where the ancient spirits prance.