In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where secrets dance on the breeze,
Nature sings in gentle moods,
And time dr with ease.
Here, the sunlightCasting shadows like a painter's brush,
Every rustle tells a tale that weaves,
In the quiet, there’s no need to rush.
The squirrels chatter, secrets to share,
While the brook babbles a soft little song,
With every step, I sense the care,
Of a world where I truly belong.
Beneath the ancient oaks stand tall,
The whispers echo, both wise and sweet,
In this sanctuary, I feel so small,
Yet in its grandeur, my heart skips a beat.
©nino
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