Whispers of the Wind

 


The forest whispers secrets to my soul,

Like ancient tales told by an old oak’s role.

The leaves rustle softly, like lovers’ sigh,

As sunbeams weave their way through branches high.


A river flows beneath my feet,

Its waters shimmering like diamonds neat.

Mountains stand watchful, guarding dreams untold,

Their peaks kissed by dawn’s golden glow bold.


In this tapestry woven from earth and sky,

Each thread tells stories where imagination flies.

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