In the Quiet of the Woods

In the quiet of the woods, I stand, Where sunlight filters through the trees, Each beam a blessing, a gentle touch, Nature’s breath, a calming breeze.

Murmurs of leaves, like whispered prayers, Speak of solace, of days gone by, In this sacred space, I find my peace, In the heart of the woods, I learn to fly.

Each root and stone, a treasured part, Of the tapestry that life weaves, Here, I am whole, I am alive, Amongst the whispers, my spirit leaves.

• Torrenti Orazio