Exploring

Morning breathes in emerald shades so deep,

Dew-laden leaves bow low to touch the earth.

A symphony where shadows gently sweep,

And every sigh sings of the forest’s birth.

Roots reach down where ancient secrets lie,

While rivers weave their songs among the trees.

Here, time moves slow beneath an endless sky,

A dance that bends to each cool, rustling breeze.

Yet, through this calm, a stirring comes to light—

A hidden path where sun meets tangled green.

The air, it shivers, as if day meets night,

And suddenly, the world is more than seen.

I find a rhythm in the world’s own breath,

Lost in a silence that outlives death.