Serenade of the Woods

Beneath a vaulted green cathedral dome,
I wander paths where whispers find their home.
Birdsong weaves through air, light as a sigh,
A gentle chorus under an endless sky.

Leaves murmur secrets to the ground below,
Tales of time, of life’s eternal flow.
Each step I take, the earth's embrace,
Brings solace, a tranquil, sacred space.

Feathers bright, birds dart and sing,
Their melodies on gossamer wings.
In their notes, a thread of hope unfurls,
Binding my heart with the pulse of the world.

The forest breathes with a quiet grace,
A haven where all worries lose their place.
Rustling leaves, the dance of trees,
Compose a hymn that puts my soul at ease.

In this haven, sunlight dapples and gleams,
I gather peace, I nurture dreams.
Hope blossoms here, where shadows fade,
In the woods, my spirit’s serenade.