Whisper of the Forest
By Aris H
Published 12 September 2024
In the whisper of the forest where the shadows play,
Nature weaves her secrets in the light of day.
The river hums a lullaby as it dances through the glen,
A silver thread of dreams, where the journey never ends.
Mountains wear their crowns of ancient snow and time,
Their peaks like silent sentinels, where the stars align.
The flowers paint the meadows with vibrant, fleeting grace,
Each petal a soft promise of a sacred, fleeting space.
Beneath the emerald canopy, the leaves in chorus sing,
A symphony of life upon the breeze of spring.
The morning dew is diamonds on the spider’s silken thread,
A fleeting, fragile moment that the sunrise gently spreads.
In twilight’s gentle arms, the sky becomes a sea,
Where constellations drift in calm, celestial glee.
The moonlight bathes the world in silver, soft and bright,
A tender touch of magic in the quiet of the night.
Nature’s endless beauty in its quiet grandeur shown,
In every leaf, in every stone, a piece of life’s unknown.