The Quiet of the Forest

Deep in the heart of the forest prime, Where sunlight threads through verdant roof, Time lingers, stretching like a rhyme, A sanctuary far from proof.

Soft moss blankets the gentle ground, While ferns unfurl their feathery grace, In nature’s choir, there’s music found, Each whisper a story, a sacred space.

Branches weave tales under a sky, Where wildlife plays in an unseen spree, Echoes of longing, a lover’s sigh, In the language of trees, of earth’s decree.

O let me drown in this silent embrace, Where the murmur of wind speaks low, With every breath, I find my place, In the quiet of the forest’s glow.

• Albert Samain