In the quiet forest, a wanderer treads
Leaving behind traces of where he’s led
His footsteps soft on the carpet of leaves
A journey through shadows, where light barely weaves
The trees whisper secrets, as he passes through
Their branches reaching for the sky so blue
The wanderer listens to the tale they tell
Of ancient wisdom and an eternal spell
Each step he takes paints a picture deep
In the stillness of the woods, where secrets keep
A map of his journey, a trail of his soul
In the heart of the forest, where mysteries unfold
The echo of his footfalls, a lullaby serene
As the quiet forest turns to a tranquil scene
The wanderer’s presence, a symphony so rare
In this untouched haven, where nature’s beauty bares
With every stride, a story is woven anew
In the depths of the forest, so ancient and true
The footsteps left by the wanderer’s roaming gaze
A testament to the wonder, in nature’s endless maze
The quiet forest holds his steps with care
A timeless treasure, beyond compare
Each footprint a melody, each path a verse
In this woodland sanctuary, where dreams disperse