The Forest
In the heart of the forest, silence reigns, Where the shadows are deep and the whispering gains, Soft moss carpets the earth, a carpet of green, Nature’s lush beauty, pure and serene.
The trees stand tall, a guardian band, With branches that stretch like a welcoming hand, In their shelter the wild stories unfold, Of life that is ancient, of wonders untold.
- Marjorie Pickthall