Deep within the ancient woods, the forest holds its breath
Its roots entwined with stories past, of life and quiet death
The trees stand tall, their whispers soft, a hymn to time gone by
Each leaf a page, each branch a line, beneath the endless sky
“Do you hear?” the forest hums, “The echoes of the old?
In every breeze, in every sound, a tale yet to be told”
The moss remembers every step, the earth recalls each fall
The forest guards the secrets deep, it hears the voice of all
Oh, forest deep, your wisdom flows
Through every stream, where silence grows
You cradle life, you mark its end
A timeless guide, a patient friend
Through winters cold and summers bright, the forest changes face
Its seasons weave a tapestry of time and fleeting grace
The blossoms fade, the frost returns, yet life begins anew
A cycle held within its heart, eternal yet so true
“Do you see?” the forest asks, “The beauty in the fall?
Each fading leaf, a quiet gift, a sacrifice for all”
The soil is rich with memories, the air is thick with song
The forest breathes in harmony, a symphony lifelong
Oh, forest deep, your wisdom flows
Through every stream, where silence grows
You cradle life, you mark its end
A timeless guide, a patient friend
In shadows cast by towering pines
The forest keeps the grand designs
Its roots dig deep, its branches soar
A silent keeper of ancient lore
Oh, forest deep, your whispers stay
In twilight’s glow, where shadows play
You hold the past, you shape the now
A quiet teacher, beneath your bough