Nature’s Heart There’s a pulse within the forest wild, a rhythm weaves through each tree and glade, it breathes and sighs, like a newborn child, a sacred bond that shall never fade.

In whispers soft, the leaves converse, a language rich beyond all perception, with every rustle and gentle verse, it holds the world in sweet connection.

As I wander through this verdant breath, I feel the heartbeat of the earth, for in its depths, there lies no death, but life anew, rebirth’s own mirth.

• Thomas S P S Munch