Enchanted Echoes

In a grove where shadows gently play,

The air hums with a spell unknown,

Each leaf a secret, softly sown,

In the heart of a dream-touched day.

The brook’s melody, a lullaby’s thread,

Weaves through the tapestry of time,

Binding moments in rhythm and rhyme,

Where magic and memory are gently wed.

Yet, in this sacred, silent embrace,

A sudden shift—a breeze that stirs,

The grove awakens, and the spell blurs,

Revealing truths no dream can chase.

Underneath the twilight’s whispered glow,

The grove returns to its quiet song,

But the echoes of that magic, strong,

Linger in the heart, where they forever flow.

Postscript: In a realm where magic lingers just beyond the veil of perception, this poem invites readers to experience the subtle shifts that reveal deeper truths, drawing them into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary.