Eternal Dance
Beneath the whispering canopy, Where shadows weave with light,
The forest breathes a timeless tale, Of dawn, and dusk, and night.
Each leaf a fleeting manuscript, Of stories etched in green,
A chronicle of seasons past, Of sights both heard and seen.
Roots that delve to ancient depths, Embrace the earth\'s embrace,
Holding firm against the winds, In nature\'s quiet grace.
The stream that winds through mossy glades, Whispers secrets to the stone,
A song of life, of ebb and flow, In every ripple shown.
Here in this sylvan sanctuary, Where time itself stands still,
Each creature plays a vital part, In nature\'s grand, sweet will.
From towering oak to tender fern, A symphony of life,
In this eternal dance of growth, Through calm, and storm, and strife.
And as the moonlight gently falls, Upon this hallowed ground,
The forest hums a lullaby, A soft, enchanting sound.
For in the heart of ancient woods, A truth as old as earth,
That every end brings new beginnings, In cycles of rebirth.