Fables of the Forest

Within the forest deep, where shadows play,
The ancient oaks recount their silent tales;
A whisper in the wind gives way
To fables old, where every leaf unveils.

In moonlit glades, the spirits softly tread,
With midnight's sheen upon their spectral forms;
Through tangled boughs, their secrets spread,
A dance of whispers in the fiercest storms.

The brook's soft murmur speaks of times long past,
When woodland creatures roamed the leafy floor;
The stories breathe, in memories they'll last,
Imbuing night with legends from its lore.

So stay awhile where wise old trees abide,
And find the magic in the forest wide.