In the woods where silence speaks,
Robert’s pen finds the gentle streams,
Where birch trees sway and mountains peak,
Nature’s canvas paints his dreams.

A path diverges through the trees,
In golden light, his heart takes flight,
With every step, the autumn breeze
Carries whispers of the night.

Leaves fall softly, a rustling hymn,
In Frost’s world, the seasons blend,
A tapestry of life and limb,
Where time and nature’s wonders mend.

From snowy fields to summer’s glow,
His verses weave the earth’s embrace,
In every line, the rivers flow,
A timeless dance, a sacred space.