In the heart of the ancient forest deep,
Where secrets and shadows softly sleep,
The trees stand tall, their leaves a crown,
Whispering tales of a time long gone.
Sunlight filters through the emerald green,
Dancing on the forest floor, serene.
Birds sing songs of joy and cheer,
Echoing in the morning clear.
The brook flows gently, crystal bright,
A ribbon of silver in the light.
Mossy stones and ferns so grand,
A tranquil touch on nature's hand.
Deer step lightly, eyes alert,
Graceful and quiet, they don’t disturb.
The air is filled with pine’s sweet scent,
A perfect place for peace and rest.
In this ancient forest, wild and free,
There’s magic in the things you see.
A world untouched by human hand,
A timeless, unspoiled, sacred land.
About the Creator
CHRISTIAN P
I am “Christian p" a passionate writer with an insatiable curiosity and a lover of storytelling let's dive into the realm of words, weaving into narratives that captivate the imagination. Drawing inspiration from life's experiences.
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Comments (1)
Well done boy.