In Oregon's forest, where old trees whisper tales,
A herbalist gathers nature's aromatic treasures,
Brewing a potion from earth's timeless pleasures.
Their fragrant secrets plucked from forest floor,
An alchemy of healing melding in the forest?
Maybe,
It mingles with the essence of the forest's embrace,
Amidst the forest's hush, she shares her woodland brew,
The herbalist's tea, a blend of forest whispers and tranquility,
A brew that embodies the essence of
Leaves playing in the wind
Like a ghostly ballet
In the winds embrace.
© Earth gifts