The Girl of the Sacred Forest From the depths of the sacred woods, Where the whispers of the ancients breathe, She steps with the grace of the wind, Her feathers glowing in the moon's light, A spirit born from the soil of the earth, Her soul, a dance of flames and light. Her eyes reflect the stars above, Her heart beats to the rhythm of the land, She is the fire that burns within the trees, A force of nature, wild and free. In the silence of the night, Her spirit sings of ancient times, A song of strength, of life, of love, From the sacred forest, she arrives. 🎨 Serin Alar