Eyes of the Forest
Reflection
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.