In the twilight mist where shadows nest,
Silent squirrels whisper secrets to the stars.
Paws tread softly on the canvas of night,
Painting moonlit landscapes in the softest sighs.
A leap, a bound through cotton-candy trees,
Where leaves speak forgotten songs of summer.
Eyes like lanterns spill tales of the lost,
And the dreams held by the cracks in the earth.
Dive deep into their dance, seek the hidden echo.
Or perchance watch the leaves murmur in slumber's embrace.
When dawn unfurls its silken threads,
The forest will remember the dreams they spun,
In echoing laughter, in whispers of sun.