Symphony of Whisper

In the forest's realm, where shadows play,

Echoes linger, at the close of day.

Whispers weave through the ancient trees,

Tales of old carried by gentle breeze.

Footsteps echo on the forest floor,

Nature's rhythm, forevermore.

Creatures roam with a silent grace,

Leaving echoes in their sacred space.

Birdsongs fill the air with their sweet refrain,

Echoing melodies, free from strain.

Each note a tribute to the woodland choir,

In the heart of the forest, flames of desire.

As night descends and stars align,

Echoes grow stronger, a divine sign.

A symphony of whispers in the moon's soft light,

In the depths of the forest, secrets ignite.

So heed the call of the forest's song,

Where echoes dance and spirits belong.

For in their whispers, we find our way,

A timeless echo, in the forest's sway.