Sunrise breaks the snow-capped peak,
A secret legend starts to speak.
Elian, heart of gold and fire,
Drawn by ancient tree-high spire.
Grandma’s tales beside the fire,
Filling curious heart’s desire.
Compass packed and honey jar,
Venturing further, going far.
Silent paths where few would tread,
Listening to what the forest said.
Breeze became a chilling word:
“Brave,” “Wish,” “Careful”—clearly heard!
OH, THE WHISPERING FOREST,
WHERE THE SECRETS RUN DEEP!
EVERY ANCIENT TREE HAS A PROMISE TO KEEP.
DREAM CRYSTAL SHINES, A WISH IN THE HAND,
BUT THE TREASURE IS THE
JOURNEY ACROSS THIS WILD LAND!
FEEL THE RHYTHM, HEAR THE RHYME,
WALKING OUT OF SPACE AND TIME!
Shadows move, a silver flash…
It’s Lumi, the fox in a dash!
He leaps, a trusty friend so bright,
Guiding Elian with the light.
Ferns are singing, clear and loud,
Leading gently through the wood.
No more wandering all alone—
Wonders waiting to be shown!
OH, THE WHISPERING FOREST,
WHERE THE SECRETS RUN DEEP!
EVERY ANCIENT TREE HAS A PROMISE TO KEEP.
DREAM CRYSTAL SHINES, A WISH IN THE HAND,
BUT THE TREASURE IS THE
JOURNEY ACROSS THIS WILD LAND!
FEEL THE RHYTHM, HEAR THE RHYME,
WALKING OUT OF SPACE AND TIME!
Clearing reached, the sun explodes—
Where the golden diamond glows.
A calm voice echoes, soft and low:
“Don’t wish just for yourself alone.”
He saw the wonder, pure and true,
Then made a choice both kind and wise:
One selfless wish, a heartfelt plea:
“Keep the magic wild and free!”
OH, THE WHISPERING FOREST,
WHERE THE SECRETS RUN DEEP!
EVERY ANCIENT TREE HAS A PROMISE TO KEEP.
DREAM CRYSTAL SHINES, A WISH IN THE HAND,
BUT THE TREASURE IS THE
JOURNEY ACROSS THIS WILD LAND!
FEEL THE RHYTHM, HEAR THE RHYME,
THE MAGIC LIVES IN YOUR OWN HEART!
The crystal shatters into light,
Leaving wonder, day and night.
The good wish, strong and full of cheer,
For all the children, year by year.
The forest sings forevermore—
Its magic lives inside your door!