In the heart of the forest, Where the air is thick with mystery, I hear the voices of the trees, Each trunk a saga of time, Their roots tangling beneath me.

The dappled sunlight dances, Creating patterns on the ground, A tapestry woven by nature’s hand, And I am but a wandering spirit, Searching for the secrets within.

Here life is unhurried, The silence profound, With each breath I take, I am part of this ancient song, A note in the chorus of the wild.

• Richard Wright