Whispers of the Forest

Leaves murmur secrets

in the soft afternoon breeze,

sunlight filters through branches,

dancing like gentle waves on a quiet sea.

The earth hums beneath my feet,

a pulse of ancient time,

where roots entwine with stories,

and the sky bends low to listen.

Birdsong threads the silence,

a melody woven with light,

each note a tender promise

held in the heart of the wild.

Here, in this quiet breath,

the world slows, softens, and breathes—

and I find myself, at last,

a part of this endless green.