Beneath the canopy, where shadows play, The whispers of the forest softly sway. Leaves that dance in sunlight’s gentle beam,…
In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance, Creatures big and small find their chance, To sing the songs…
Beneath the canopy of emerald green, Where ancient spirits softly convene, The songs of ancestors fill the air, In this…
In the quiet of the night, it comes, A shadow soft, an echo’s hum, Through the veil of dreams, it…
Amidst the rustling leaves, where shadows dance and play, The bamboo whispers secrets, from a time far away. In the…
In the heart of the whispering woods, Where moonbeams dance on ancient trees, The night breathes a silent melody, A…
In the heart of the forest deep, Where shadows dance and secrets keep, The whispering leaves and murmuring streams, Weave…
In the stillness of the midnight air, When shadows dance and hearts despair, A silent whisper calls my name, From…
In the whispers of the leaves, I hear your voice, Walt Whitman, nature’s lyrical choice. With every breeze, a poem…
In the heart of the ancient forest, whispers softly call, Through towering trees and emerald leaves, their secrets gently fall.…