Whispers of the Eternal Grove

The earth exhales, a breath so long,

In whispers carried by the song

Of winds that weave through leaves of old,

A tale of life both young and bold.

The river runs with silver thread,

Its path where ancient roots have bled,

While stars, like watchful eyes above,

Shine down on all they’ve come to love.

Each blade of grass, a soldier stands,

Guarding time with patient hands,

While shadows creep with silent plea

For creatures lost beneath the sea.

Oh, fragile world, we fail to see,

The mirror that reflects on thee.

Yet in your pulse, I find my own,

A bond with earth I’ve always known.