In the Forest of Mirrors

The forest reflects, A myriad of images unseen, Quiet fantasies and echoes Carried on the breath of time.

Here, the trees wear whispers, Their trunks speak in codes, Each leaf a mirror, Reflecting the pulse of the earth.

In the symphony of silence, I find my soul entwined With the very essence of being, A dance of nature’s melody.

• Jorge Luis Borges