The Forest

In shaded groves, where secrets hide,
The whispers thread through every leaf,
In tangled roots, where dreams collide,
The forest holds our joys and grief.

With towering trees, a canopy,
That dances with the winds of time,
In nature’s arms, wild and free,
We find our breath, our dreams, our rhyme.

O forest deep, a sacred place,
In every rustle, life does dwell,
Your beauty sings, a warm embrace,
A tale of peace that weaves its spell.

• Herman Melville