Circle of Joy Beneath Forest Skies

Whispers of the Forest Circle

In the heart of the clearing, where tall trees align,

A circle of giants in emerald design,

Soft sunlight filters through branches so high,

As rose petals flutter and dreams seem to fly.

A horse gently drinks from a stream by a stone,

Its presence serene, in the wild all alone.

The water it ripples sings nature's old song,

Of peace in the places where spirits grow strong.

Two children, pure laughter, like bells in the breeze,

Spin round in delight near the tall, watching trees.

Her dress blooms like roses, his eyes full of cheer,

Together they dance as the forest draws near.

A moment so tender, the earth holds it tight,

A picture of wonder, of joy and of light.

Here in the silence where magic runs deep,

The forest keeps secrets it promises to keep.