Echoes of the Forest

Each step upon the soft earth, a conversation with roots and boughs, as ancient whispers twirl in the air, a melody sung by all of life.

Birdsong spills from branch to branch, a lively chatter of instincts core, as sunlight filters down like prayer, making emeralds of the leaves.

Here, time dissolves, and I am whole, each heartbeat intertwined, in this cathedral formed by the wild, a reverence that knows no end.

• María Pizarro