In the quiet of the woods, where shadows play,
Robert Frost’s whispers guide our way.
Through paths less traveled, he leads with grace,
Painting dreams in nature’s embrace.
His words, like leaves, in autumn’s dance,
Invite us to ponder, to take a chance.
Underneath the stars, in night’s soft glow,
His verses tell stories only silence knows.
With every line, a landscape forms,
Winds of wisdom in poetic storms.
From snowy fields to sunlit streams,
Frost’s voice awakens forgotten dreams.
The forest speaks in his gentle rhyme,
Echoes of a poet transcending time.
In nature’s heart, his legacy thrives,
Robert Frost’s spirit forever alive.