The wren’s home forest is a lush sanctuary where sunlight filters through the leaves, and the forest floor carries the damp scent of moss. Among ancient spruces, young birches sway gently in the breeze, while a soft rustling hums through the treetops. The wren, small in size but mighty in voice, flits from branch to branch, filling the forest with its bright, melodious song. Its clear tune rings out like the joy of a summer’s day, shimmering in the air like sunlight dancing on a silvered water surface.