In the Woods
To walk through ancient trunks, a cathedral of green, each leaf a hymn, a sigh of spirits— trees seem to listen, to cradle thoughts as wandering whispers, a gallery of souls, a riotous canvas, rooted in time.
- AR Ammons
In the Woods
To walk through ancient trunks, a cathedral of green, each leaf a hymn, a sigh of spirits— trees seem to listen, to cradle thoughts as wandering whispers, a gallery of souls, a riotous canvas, rooted in time.