In the depths of the forest, where shadows weave and intertwine, there lies a kingdom unseen, where creatures of all kinds roam.

The call of the wild echoes loudly, a symphony of life uncontained, each rustle a narrative, each cry a tale waiting to unfold.

Moss carpets the ground, a soft embrace underfoot, while sunlight weaves through leaves, casting golden patterns, like dreams caught in the arms of day.

  • Ayi Kwei Armah