🌲Poem of the Forest — Embraced by the Sound of Clear Water
Hello there,
Today I’d love to share something that came to me while walking through the forest.
If you’re willing, take a quiet moment and listen with me.
When you step into the forest,
the rustling of leaves gently rains down around you.
It feels like little green boats gliding across rippling waves.
And if you really listen,
you’ll hear the sound of clear water flowing from a distant spring—
a sound that quietly washes through the deepest parts of your heart.
The rings carved into each tree trunk
hold memories like swirling threads between earth and sky.
The roots reach deep, the light climbs high,
and even now, the forest carries the pulse of a thousand years.
Peek between moss-covered rocks,
and you might find a tiny mirror breathing in silence.
It reflects the wind, the clouds, even the moonlight—
a secret window the forest offers,
a mirror that quietly captures time.
Touch the moss, and its cool softness lingers in your palm,
like a story waiting to be told.
The scent of damp wood drifts through the air—
a smell like “green ink,”
stirring something deep in your chest,
like the memory of a place you’ve never been but somehow know.
Stand still here,
and the forest becomes a living instrument.
Birdsong trembles like strings,
sunlight filters through leaves like scattered notes,
and somehow, it all syncs with the rhythm of your heartbeat.
The forest speaks:
“You, too, are part of me.”
Its voice melts into the wind,
breathing gently alongside ours.
