I feel the presence of lofty trees, Their mighty branches reach the skies. Whispering winds through the leaves, Murmuring secrets of distant lands.

Nature speaks in riddles, Her voice, a breeze in the dark. In silence, I listen to her tales, Breathing in her fragrant spells.

The dance of shadows on the ground, The glow of sunlight in the dawn. The river sings a gentle song, And I am but a part of her.

• Juliusz Słowacki