Whispers of the Forest

Within the emerald depths of the forest,

Whispers of the trees echo through the air.

Majestic sentinels of wisdom and grace,

Guardians of secrets, ancient and rare.

Leaves rustle gently in the woodland breeze,

As sunlight filters through the verdant canopy.

The forest floor is adorned with mossy carpet,

Inviting wanderers to tread with reverie.

Each tree holds tales of a thousand years,

Etched in rings of age upon their trunks.

They've witnessed the passage of time unfold,

Rooted deeply, wise and forever young.

Birds sing melodies among the branches,

Adding their voices to the forest's symphony.

Creatures big and small find refuge here,

In this sanctuary of tranquility and harmony.

Whispers of the forest tell tales untold,

Of spirits hidden within the sacred grove.

They carry the wisdom of nature's heart,

A treasure trove of secrets they behove.

So, let us listen to the whispers of the forest,

Immerse ourselves in its ancient embrace.

For within its depths, we find connection,

And the solace of nature's loving grace.

Mr. Poet