In whispers old, the forest speaks,

Of golden dawns and shadowed creeks,

Where foxes trade in clever lies,

And owls wear wisdom in their eyes.

A rabbit dreams of lion’s might,

While hiding from the hunter’s sight,

A crow with jewels in her beak,

Loses both for wanting sleek.

The river sings of wishes made,

Of bargains struck and trust betrayed,

Each leaf afloat, a story spun,

Of battles lost and others won.

But fables end, as night draws near,

The lessons loud, the echoes clear —

That greed will cost, and pride will fall,

And truth, though small, outshines them all.