The whisper of the forest

In the hidden corner of the forest,

where the sun sneaks in rays of gold,

the forest sings its serene orchestra,

dancing mysteries, a treasure.

Among shadows of leaves and branches

the whisper of the wind speaks its song,

the earth throbs in a soft courage,

and the soul is wrapped in contemplation.

The trees, centuries-old guardians,

erect witnesses of eternity,

with outstretched and sincere arms,

shelter life in their brotherhood.

The leaves whisper tales of yesteryear,

secrets that only the forest knows,

an echo of voices in the stranger,

that enriches the wandering heart.

The birds warble serene melodies,

their flights painting a canvas in the sky,

the soul is filled with full emotions,

and the spirit flies without sleeplessness.

In the magical dance of nature

we find peace, comfort and hope,

a symphony that with sweetness expresses,

life and its eternal bounty.

Oh, eternal, mysterious and faithful forest,

silent witness of endless stories,

in your paths hides a laurel,

where the soul embraces the jasmine.

Under the green canopy, a hidden sanctuary,

where time surrenders and stands still,

there, in silence, our being tumult,

and in communion with the earth, one feels.

The whisper of the forest, eternal heartbeat,

an echo that transcends yesterday and today,

let's walk with it, our beloved shelter,

in this corner of peace, a soul in convoy.