In shadows cast by moonlit branches' sway,
The man recalls his youth's enchanted hour,
When innocence would conjure dreams at play,
In forests deep, where shadows held their power.
Within his mind, a tapestry unfurls,
Where memories of verdant days reside,
With every leaf that whispers and twirls,
A symphony of nostalgia to confide.
Through somber pines, his footsteps echo soft,
Awakening the slumbering night's embrace,
While whispers of the ancient spirits waft,
Revealing secrets in this hallowed space.
Mysterious, the creatures of the wood,
Their eyes aglow, in mystic solitude.