"Whispers of the Wild''

In the depths of the wild,

Where the trees reach up to the sky,

And the creatures roam loose,

Whispers can be heard, so sly.

The rustling of leaves,

The crackling of twigs,

The mild murmur of the wind,

As it dances and sings.

Whispers of the wild,

Tell of secrets and techniques untold,

Of creatures that cover and are seeking,

And treasures that stay gold.

The call of the birds,

The buzz of the bees,

The howl of the wolves,

As they roam conveniently.

The whispers of the wild,

Are a symphony of sound,

A melody that fills the heart,

And makes the spirit bound.

For inside the wild,

There is magic to be determined,

A connection to the earth,

And a peace that does astound.

So concentrate closely,

To the whispers of the wild,

Let them guide you for your journey,

And inspire you with their moderate.

For inside the whispers of the wild,

There is understanding to be learned,

Lessons that may heal the soul,

And make the heart yearn.

So heed the decision of the wild,

Embrace its whispers so proper,

And let the beauty of nature,

Bring pleasure and peace to you.