The Forest Awaits
In the whisper of leaves, In the rustle of grass, The forest unfolds, A sanctuary of peace, Where nature cradles each thought.
The sunlight streams through, Embracing the trunks, While shadows dance lightly Upon the soft earth, A mosaic of life at rest.
Birdsongs pierce the silence, A symphony of joy, Echoing in the stillness, Lingering like a soft breath, A promise of the wild’s embrace.
- Konstantīns Raudive