Poem: The Great Forest

In the hush of dawn, beneath a twilight sky,
The Great Forest wakes, its branches sigh.
A breathing temple, deep and wild,
With secrets sung since Earth was a child.

The emerald canopy whispers low,
A thousand leaves that sway and glow,
With roots that cradle ancient stones,
In sacred silence, the forest moans.

A river of wisdom, winding and still,
It murmurs truths that no tongue can spill,
Where sunbeams dance on fern-touched floors,
Nature's own rhythm, beyond our shores.

The Great Forest's heart beats slow and pure,
Its pulse a music that calls and lures.
Here, time bends to the will of trees,
Their whispers rising like distant seas.

In towering presence, its spirit so grand,
The Great Forest beckons, extends a hand.
To walk beneath the ancient shade,
Is to find the divine in all things made.