Mystic Forest Dreams

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A forest stirs, in mystic array, Trees with faces, ancient, wise, Watch over secrets, in the twilight's sigh. The trees, like sentinels of old, Stand guard, their branches stories untold, The glowing orbs, like lanterns bright, Illuminate paths, through the endless night. A figure wanders, lost in thought, Through the forest, where magic is brought, The trees, they whisper, soft and low, Of mysteries, only the heart can know. In this realm, where dreams and magic blend, The boundaries of reality transcend, The mystic forest, a world within, Where the soul can roam, and spirit win.