Glow of life

Filtered sunlight spills like gold 

Through leaves that flutter brave and bold.

It dances down in quiet streams,

A painter brushing forest dreams.

It touches moss with gentle grace,

And warms the fern's shy hidden face

Each beam a thread of woven lore,

A hush of light upon the floor.

The shadows lean, the branches sigh,

as sun and silence softly lie.

And in that glow, the forest speaks 

in light that lingers, low and meek.