Murmurs

Whispers of the forest, gentle and low,

A symphony of secrets, only they know.

Beneath the canopy, a mystical domain,

Nature's sacred chorus, a soulful refrain

Leaves rustle softly, like a lover's touch,

The air carries whispers, oh, how they clutch.

Mystic melodies, sung by ancient trees,

An invitation to wander, if one dares to seize.

In dappled sunlight, shadows come alive,

Silent footsteps dance, as secrets arrive.

Whispers of the forest, a language so old,

Stories untold, waiting to be told.

Through emerald pathways, we venture deep,

Awakening senses, in this realm we keep.

The fragrance of moss, the earthy scent,

Nature's embrace, a pure testament.

Listen closely, hear the whispers speak,

Of legends and legends, they tirelessly seek.

Songs of love and tales of woe,

Whispered confessions, as the breezes blow.

The forest reveals its ancient lore,

A sanctuary where spirits soar.

Whispers of the forest, ethereal and true,

A tapestry of whispers, just for me and you.