By Abluetale
Savour the gentle rustle of leaves above, In
the enchanted woods, where secrets lie,
Where the ancient trees whisper tales of love,
And nature's magic dances 's neath the sky.
Savour the fragrance of the earth so deep, Where
mossy carpets welcome weary feet,
In the heart of the forest, where shadows sleep,
And the rhythm of life is soft and sweet.
Savour the symphony of bird and stream,
As they weave their melodies, pure and clear, In
this realm of wonder, where dreams gleam, And
the mysteries of nature draw near.
Savour the touch of the soft, cool breeze,
Caressing the skin with a gentle hand,
In this sanctuary of tranquility and ease,
Where time slows down and spirits understand.
Savour the sight of the dappled light,
As it filters through branches tall and wise, In
this sanctuary, where day turns to night, And
the language of the woods never dies.
Savour the whispers of the enchanted woods, For
they hold the secrets of earth and sky,
In their embrace, all worries are subdued,
And the soul finds solace, soaring high...
By Abluetale
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