The Dark Secrets

Beneath the canopy of the trees, 

whispers of the wind are to be seen, 

in hushed tones the forest speaks,

its secret hidden in the creeks.

Beneath the ancient towering trees,

the leaves rustle in the gentle breeze,

rivers flowing through unknown paths,

it winds and weaves a timeless dance.

Beneath the mountains and valleys deep,

The Sunlight dancing towards the little leaves,

in forest deep where secrets lie,

the darkest secrets stay alive.