In shadows cast by ancient trees, The spirit of the forest breathes. A symphony of rustling leaves, Where nature’s heart entwines and weaves.

The deer pass softly, unseen, unheard, While hidden worlds abound with herds. And in this silence, life’s chord stirred, A melody of whispers, softly blurred.

Through tangled roots and wildflower fields, The essence of the wild yields, A pure expression, truth reveals, In nature’s realm, my spirit heals.

• Andrei Bely