Hmmmm, the grove is veiled in mist,
Where ancient oaks and ferns exist.
The moonlight weaves through branches old,
With tales of magic softly told.

Hmmmm, the forest floor is rich and deep,
Where fae and spirits gently creep.
Each shadow hides a mythic face,
In this enchanted, hidden place.

Hmmmm, the wind hums softly through the trees,
A lullaby of timeless seas.
In every rustle, every sigh,
The mystic grove breathes ancient cry.