In the quiet woods, shadows dance
they whisper secrets soft and low.
Listen close, or miss the song,
of echoes lost in time long gone.
Do you hear the phantom voices?
They tickle the edges of your dreams,
weaving tales of distant places,
where the sunbeams laugh and play.
Follow the doorway beneath the old oak.
Close your eyes, breathe in the dusk,
stars will blink, and shadows trust.
A soft smile upon the breeze,
it knows the path to night’s sweet peace.