In a mystical moonlit grove,
The creaking of branches tales that weave,
Whispers of secrets, the trees do confide,
A symphony of nature, with the moon as its guide.
Silver light dances on the forest floor,
Creating patterns never seen before,
Shadows and shapes in an ancient ballet,
Under the moon’s enchanting display.
The breeze carries stories from afar,
Tales of love, loss, and wishes on a star,
Echoing through the woods, on this magical night,
The moon and the trees in a timeless rite.
The silence is broken by the rustling leaves,
As the grove comes alive, the spell it weaves,
Enchanting all who wander into its embrace,
A sanctuary of peace, in this celestial space.
With each step, a new mystery unfolds,
In the moonlit grove, where the imagination holds,
The creaking of branches, a timeless song,
In this enchanted world, where we all belong.