The Enchanted Wood Poem by ashok jadhav

I stepped into the forest deep,
Where shadows moved with secret grace;
The sunlight filtered soft and slow,
And danced upon each hidden place.
A fox slipped by on silent feet,
Its eyes like fire, yet calm and wise;
The river whispered tales untold,
Reflections shifting ‘neath the skies.
The trees bent low as if to speak,
Their leaves held words I could not name;
A quiet hum ran through the air,
As if the earth itself had flame.
The mist would curl around my path,
And cloak the world in silver haze;
I felt the brush of unseen hands,
And shivered at the forest's gaze.
No man can chart this secret realm,
No map can show its winding ways;
For mystery lives where nature breathes,
And lingers in the woodland's maze.
So when the night falls soft and still,
I seek the woods where wonders lie;
For there, beyond the knowing mind,
The world whispers, and spirits sigh.