Green breath pools in a shaded glen
Soft earth hums with the voice of when
Branches hold every whispered word
Ancient songs stir where none are heard
Moss climbs high on a weathered tree
Calm grows deep in the canopy
Wind threads low through the rooted ring
Dreams grow wild in the quiet spring
Footsteps wake all the slumbered lore
Old tales bloom through the forest floor
Light shifts slow through the hidden seam
Soul walks wide through a living dream
Echoes rise where the shadows bend
Paths reveal what the years defend
Heart finds truths it can’t unhear
I live
In a forest of echoes dear