The forest
In twilight’s hush, where forest dreams unfold
A mystic world awakens, young and old
The trees, like sentinels of earth and sky
Stand guard, their wisdom whispering by
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Their leaves, a soft susurrus, rustling free
A soothing melody, for you and me
The forest floor, a carpet soft and deep
Inviting wanderers, to secrets they keep
In hidden clearings, where sunbeams filter through
Wildflowers bloom, their beauty shining anew
The forest creatures, with curious eyes
Watch as we wander, through their ancient surprise
The trees, like wise elders, share their tales
Of seasons come and gone, of memories that prevail
Their bark, a weathered skin, tells stories of the past
Echoes of a wisdom, that will forever last
So let us wander, through this mystic land
And listen to the whispers, of the forest’s ancient hand.
