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In a shady, sylvan glade I found,
A secret world where peace did abound,
Where sunlight danced through the emerald shade,
On a mossy tree stump, a glowing fern displayed.
Beneath the ancient, towering trees,
Whispers of the breeze stirred the leaves,
Their stories woven in every ray,
In this enchanted haven, I chose to stay.
The fern, a beacon, in verdant attire,
A jewel of the forest, a heart's desire,
Its luminous fronds, a mystical sight,
Guiding lost souls through the forest's night.
Mossy cushions covered the ground,
Where woodland creatures gathered 'round,
To share their tales, to sing their song,
In this sylvan glade where they belong.
The silence here was a soothing balm,
A sanctuary, a woodland calm,
In nature's embrace, I found my place,
In this shady, sylvan glade's gentle grace.
So, let us cherish these hidden retreats,
Where nature's beauty and magic meets,
In the heart of the woods, where dreams are made,
In a shady, sylvan glade with a glowing fern on mossy tree stum displayed.
