Whispering Enchanted Grove
Reflection
Beneath the ancient tree, where dreams take root,
A village sleeps, its colors soft and bright.
Each house a story, painted in the hues of hope,
Where laughter echoes through the twilight's light.
The tree stands guard, its branches reaching high,
A sentinel of time, a keeper of secrets.
Its leaves whisper tales of yesteryears,
Of hearts that danced and souls that never forget.
The cobblestone path winds through the grove,
A journey of discovery, a path untold.
Each step invites the wanderer to dream,
To find themselves in the heart of gold.
This is not just a place, but a state of being,
A sanctuary where the soul can sing.
In every corner, a spark of magic glows,
A reminder that beauty is within our wings.
So walk this path, let your spirit soar,
For in this grove, your dreams are evermore.