Whispers of the Eternal Grove

Beneath the vibrant emerald skies,
where sunlight dances and shadows take form,
a powerful symphony of whispers calls my name
from roots to stars, all things are undeniably intertwined

The earth beneath, a tender embrace,
a steady rhythm, a timeless pace.
its heartbeat hums in ancient tones,
through stone and soil, through marrow and bones

The wind, a poet, recites its lore,
carrying truths from shore to shore.
It kisses the brow and stirs the flame,
reminding the spirit of whence it came

The rivers weave their liquid thread,
binding the living, the long-since dead
their murmurs sing of paths once trod,
of journeys homeward, back to God

Each leaf a scripture, each flower a psalm,
each storm is a reckoning, and each breeze is calm
the sacred cycles, the waxing moon,
the rise of dawn, the twilight’s tune

In nature’s arms, I find my place,
a fleeting speck in boundless space
yet every breath, a cosmic decree,
that I am of it, and it is me

The mind finds clarity, the soul takes flight,
the body grounded, the spirit alight
for in this union, all truths align,
the divine in the earth, the earth in the divine

So, I walk the forest, I touch the sea,
I climb the mountains to set myself free
for in their beauty, I come to see,
that nature’s essence is also me—

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