Whispers of a Hidden Eden
A Poetic Journey to Nature’s Most Beautiful Secret
Beneath the veil of morning mist,
Where sun and silence softly kissed,
There lies a land the maps forget—
No footprints mark its borders yet.
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A brook hums songs in silver streams,
Like lullabies from woven dreams.
The trees wear gowns of emerald lace,
And winds caress each quiet place.
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A stag stands tall with eyes of gold,
By flowers brave and petals bold.
The mountains hum, the valley sighs,
With clouds that paint the waiting skies.
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A path of moss, both soft and green,
Leads deep into this hushed ravine.
No clock, no noise, no metal clang—
Just birds and breeze and wildfang.
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A girl once came with searching eyes,
Drawn by the hush, the light, the skies.
She dropped her fears like autumn leaves,
And breathed the truth the forest weaves.
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She danced beneath the ancient trees,
Her laughter carried by the breeze.
The meadow bloomed where she would tread,
As if the earth itself had said—
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“You’ve found the place where wonder stays,
Untouched by time, unspoiled by days.”
And though she left when dusk grew near,
She hears its whispers, soft and clear:
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Return again when dreams are wide,
For Eden waits where truths still hide.
Thank you.
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