Beneath the Canopy

Beneath the broad and tangled leaves, I wander through this sacred grove, Where light darts like a playful sprite, And shadows weave a story told.

The air is thick with scents of earth, Of loam and bloom, of life anew, Here, time itself seems to uncoil, A soft embrace, a gentle cue.

Each step I take is laced with wonder, As nature whispers its sweet song, In every rustle, the heart takes flight, Here beneath the canopy, I belong.

• Torrenti Orazio