Whispers in the Moonlit Grove

I.
As dusk descends, a veil of magic falls,
Roots stir beneath the forest floor,
Awakening to the night’s soft call,
Ancient bark creaks, stretching toward the stars.

II.
Leaves rustle with hidden knowledge,
Whispered tales of centuries past,
The wind, a faithful confidant,
Carries tree-speak on its restless path.

III.
Owl eyes gleam with sage reflection,
Keeper of riddles old as time,
Fox paws tread lightly on sacred ground,
Guardian of nature’s rhyme.

IV.
Mushroom circles pulse with ethereal light,
Fairy rings of mycological lore,
Deer step carefully through the glow,
Their antlers crowned with moonbeams’ store.

V.
Brooks babble secrets to mossy stones,
A language fluid, ever-changing,
While fireflies dance in coded flashes,
Illuminating truths beyond arranging.

VI.
As dawn approaches, the forest sighs,
Settling back into daytime slumber,
But the night’s magic lingers still,
In every leaf, in every timber.