**Whispers of the Forest**
The forest speaks in quiet tones,
Through rustling leaves and ancient stones.
A symphony of wind and trees,
A whispered song upon the breeze.
Beneath the boughs, where shadows lie,
The whispers float and softly sigh.
They tell of secrets old and deep,
Of roots that in the silence creep.
Each branch a finger, pointing high,
Towards the endless, open sky.
Yet on the ground, the mossy floor,
Holds tales of those who've passed before.
The whispers call, they pull you near,
Inviting you to pause, to hear.
In every gust, in every sway,
The forest speaks what words can’t say.
About the Creator
Danny Prem kumar
A vision is our long-term goals and aspirations for the future in terms of its long-term growth and impact on this world. My mission defines what we do and what we stand for, while our vision speaks to our goals and ideals for the future.
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