In the forest of Northreach, the trees stand tall and proud,
Their branches stretch out wide, a verdant, emerald shroud.
The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled light,
And birdsong fills the air, a symphony of delight.

The forest floor is soft with moss, a carpet plush and green,
And wildflowers of every hue, a rainbow can be seen.
The babble of a river can be heard, its water crystal clear,
And here in the heart of nature, there's nothing left to fear.

The forest of Northreach is a place of magic and of wonder,
A sanctuary for all who seek solace and to ponder.
Its secrets and its mysteries are waiting to be found,
And those who venture into its depths will never be let down.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Aeguary, in the year 916 AF.