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WHISPERS OF THE FOREST
In the hush of the twilight's embrace,
Where shadows and light interlace,
The forest breathes a silent plea,
In whispers, only hearts can see.
Leaves rustle with secrets untold,
In the dance of the young and the old,
Each bought a scribe in nature's hand,
Inscribing tales upon the land.
The brook's soft murmur to the stones,
A symphony of ancient tones,
It speaks of journeys, far and wide,
Where dreams and streams do coincide.
The mossy floor, a velvet spread,
Beneath the canopy overhead,
Invites the soul to softly tread,
On paths where thoughtful feet are led.
In whispers of the forest, find,
A solace for the weary mind,
For every whisper, gentle and kind,
Is nature's way to unwind.
Cherish these whispers, hold them near,
For in their silence, all is clear,
The forest speaks to those who hear,
In whispers that dispel all fear.
© providence
Where shadows and light interlace,
The forest breathes a silent plea,
In whispers, only hearts can see.
Leaves rustle with secrets untold,
In the dance of the young and the old,
Each bought a scribe in nature's hand,
Inscribing tales upon the land.
The brook's soft murmur to the stones,
A symphony of ancient tones,
It speaks of journeys, far and wide,
Where dreams and streams do coincide.
The mossy floor, a velvet spread,
Beneath the canopy overhead,
Invites the soul to softly tread,
On paths where thoughtful feet are led.
In whispers of the forest, find,
A solace for the weary mind,
For every whisper, gentle and kind,
Is nature's way to unwind.
Cherish these whispers, hold them near,
For in their silence, all is clear,
The forest speaks to those who hear,
In whispers that dispel all fear.
© providence
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