In shadows he stands,
Guardian of the green wood,
Silent, watchful elf.
Daylight whispers low,
His eyes gleam with ancient lore,
Vigilant and bold.
Through the night he keeps,
Nature's secrets safe and sound,
Evergreen sentinel.
In moonlit glades dance,
Silver threads 'neath nimble hands,
Weaving dreams of light.
Harvest of starlight,
Harmonious songs they sing,
To bless crops with grace.
Lost paths they wander,
Guiding lost souls to the dawn,
Whispers in the wind.
In shadows he stands,
Guardian of the green wood,
Silent, watchful elf.
Daylight whispers low,
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