Beneath the silver canopy of night,
Where whispering leaves in the cool breeze sway,
I wander deep where shadows bathe in light,
In the embrace of moonbeams' soft ballet.
The forest breathes, a world both calm and grand,
Where ancient trees stand tall, their secrets keep,
And in their gnarled roots, the dreams expand,
While woodland creatures stir from tranquil sleep.
The path is painted with a ghostly glow,
As beams cascade