In the heart of the forest, Whispers rustle through the leaves, Every path a story, Every tree a guardian.
I walk among sentinels, Breathing in their wisdom, And in their ancient embrace, I lose myself to find myself.
- Vincenzo Cardarelli
In the heart of the forest, Whispers rustle through the leaves, Every path a story, Every tree a guardian.
I walk among sentinels, Breathing in their wisdom, And in their ancient embrace, I lose myself to find myself.