In the heart of the forest, so deep and so grand,
Stands the guardian, with a vigilant hand.
Moss-covered feet, and eyes like the night,
Watching over each tree, ensuring all's right.
Whispers of leaves, and the songs of the stream,
Guide the guardian's steps, like a dream.
With antlers that touch the sky's vast expanse,
It dances with shadows, in a mystical trance.
Creatures of wood, and spirits of air,
Seek its protection, a solace so rare.
For in its embrace, the forest does thrive,
The guardian ensures all things alive.
So when you tread on this sacred ground,
Tread lightly, and let no harm be found.
For the guardian of the forest, so old and so wise,
Watches, listens, and never belies.
