The Quiet Forest's Whisper

In shadows deep, where sunlight barely peeks, Lies a forest old, where nature softly speaks. Trees stand tall, with roots in earth entwined, A peaceful realm, for every gentle kind.

Old Man Willow, with a beard of moss so green, And Birch Twins giggling, a playful, silvery scene. The Wind, a whisper, a playful, breezy sigh, Rustling leaves, as squirrels scamper high.

The secret of the trees, held tight within their bark, A story told in shadows, after the sun's bright spark. Listen closely, little ears, to the forest's gentle hum, The babbling brook, the busy bee's soft drum.

The Wind begins to dance, a swirling, playful spree, Whispering secrets to each listening tree. The Birch Twins giggle, their leaves a-flutter bright, As squirrels chase acorns in the fading light.

A deer steps softly, through ferns of emerald hue, A fluffy owl hoots softly, "Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo!" The trees stand watchful, their branches sway and bend, Protecting all their creatures, until the very end.

The sun dips low, painting skies in hues of gold, The forest settles down, a story to unfold. A peaceful hush descends, a gentle, quiet sound, The ancient forest slumbers, on hallowed, magic ground.