Cloaked in Green
Cloaked in the embrace of green, The forest holds my secrets, As I wander beneath the boughs, Lost in the ancient whispers, Of nature’s timeless heart.
The earth sighs beneath my feet, Each step a prayer to the ground, As the sun filters through leaves, Painting patterns on my skin, With the warmth of sacred light.
In this realm of tranquility, I find pieces of my soul, Scattered like seeds in the breeze, Nurtured by the wild’s devotion, Where I am both lost and found.
- Konstantīns Raudive