Spirits of the Ancient Wood

Spirits of the Ancient Wood

Beneath the moon where shadows play,
Whispering leaves and branches sway,
Crystal streams where dreams unfold,
Guard the tales the ancients told.

Fireflies dance through emerald light,
Guiding souls through endless night,
Wolves howl low where secrets sleep,
And fae folk through the meadows creep.

Spirits of the ancient wood,
Guardians of all that’s wild and good,
Where magic breathes and roots run deep,
The forest’s heart will never sleep.

Elven harps in twilight hum,
Chanting songs where spirits come,
Feathers fall from skies aglow,
While dragons shape the winds that blow.

Mermaids hum from oceans near,
Calling hearts to lose their fear,
Veils of mist on mountains high,
Guard the paths where legends lie.

Spirits of the ancient wood,
Guardians of all that’s wild and good,
Where magic breathes and roots run deep,
The forest’s heart will never sleep.

When dawn awakes the frozen land,
Giants rise with stones in hand,
Phoenix wings through sunrise flare,
Painting dreams upon the air.

If you wander through that gate,
Leave behind the world of hate,
Step into the wild and free,
Where spirits guard eternity.