#WhisperingNature

Through the woods,
past the trees,
by the streams,
the peak of the mountains rise behind the fog,
the tales the forest holds from man.

Each drop of nature's milk,
a tune it makes not missing a beat,
the bird whistling,
chirping in melody of the stories past.

The rush of the streams,
the gulps of the deers,
racing through the woods,
calm like the ruins.

Along the beach,
a portal to the winds lie,
placed to one's ear,
unveiling long-lost night circles.

Dancing with the wind,...