wilderness whispers - sometimes nature can be therapy
in verdant cradles, wildflowers bloom
sylvan shadows dance beneath the silver moon
here, i wander the tapestry of emerald dreams
embracing whispers woven in the brook’s gentle gleams
breezes seems to carry secrets - my forgotten sighs
as honey sunlight spills from the cerulean skies.
each leaf, parchment penned with time’s forgiving quill,
healing where the heart learns to be still.
murmuring pines, guardians of my soul’s repose,
stand sentinel to love, where the fragrant jasmine grows.
dewdrop symphonies, the dawn’s embrace unfurls,
awakening unknown beauty in this tapestry of swirls.
with each fluttering petal, stories softly unfold,
one of courage only heard in silence, warmth amidst the cold.
this brook babbles with laughter, each ripple a refrain,
my serenade of gratitude for joy born from pain.
sweet elixir of existence, in your arms I find
a kaleidoscope of moments, mosaic intertwined.
in this wilderness of whispers, my heart starts to sing,
as life unfolds its magic, and spirit takes wing.
so here i dance amidst the shadows, in this hallowed reverie,
with each breath, i cherish days of grace,
because beauty dwells in simplicity,
in every sacred space.
© anna marie atkinson, 2025
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