Eyes of the Forest

In the heart of a forest where colors dance, Eyes of the trees gaze upon the world with grace. Each circle a soul, each hue a breath, A symphony of life, a silent, sacred heath. The sun, a golden orb, casts its warm embrace, Illuminating the dreams that the forest does embrace. The trees stand tall, their eyes wide and bright, A mirror to the soul, a portal to the night. Here, in this realm of vibrant hues and forms, We find ourselves, our spirits reborn. The forest whispers, its eyes speak to mine, A journey of self, a path divine. Through the eyes of the trees, we see our own, A reflection of hope, a promise unbroken. In this sacred grove, where colors intertwine, We find the strength to be, to begin anew, to shine.