Whispers of the Forest

Beneath the ancient boughs, where shadows dance, A timeless scene unfolds, a silent trance. The horse, a symbol of grace and might, Stands still, its spirit bound in twilight's light. The rider, cloaked in earthy tones, serene, Reflects the calm that nature's heart has seen. The white horse, pure as dawn's first breath, Stands sentinel, a guardian of the heath. The landscape stretches wide, a canvas vast, Where earth and sky in harmony are cast. The trees, like sentinels of ages past, Whisper secrets to the wind, at last. This moment, frozen in time's gentle flow, Invites the soul to pause, to let go. For in this scene, we find our own reflection, A mirror of the wild, a heart's connection. The forest speaks, its voice both soft and deep, A call to wander, to the wild to keep. For in its arms, we find our truest selves, Where nature's wisdom, love, and peace dwells.