Fulwoods

Walking through the evening mist,

Silent streets, a gentle twist,

Fulwoods whisper, tales untold,

In the shadows, brave and bold.

Old trees stand with stories deep,

Guardians of secrets they keep,

Footsteps echo on the lane,

Memories dancing in the rain.

Underneath the starry sky,

Dreams awaken, spirits high,

Fulwoods call my name tonight,

Guiding me with gentle light.

Fulwoods, hold me close and free,

Where the heart can truly be,

Mystic woods, in lullaby,

Sing your song beneath the sky.

Whispering leaves, a calming song,

Harboring dreams all along,

In your quiet, sacred space,

Find the peace we can't replace.

As the dawn begins to break,

Promises of sunset's wake,

Fulwoods, forever stay,

Keep the magic, come what may.