Whispering Pines In the hush of dawn’s embrace, the pines whisper secrets to the breeze, a symphony of rustling needles and soft sighs of ancient trees.

Under their watch, the world unfolds, a tapestry of mist and dew, where sunlight weaves through verdant boughs, a cathedral of green, serene and true.

Birdsong flutters in delicate arcs, while shadows dance on earth’s canvas, in this tranquil haven, nature sparks the essence of breath, a moment to ponder.

• Thomas S P S Munch