Whispering Woods
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A lone deer stands, in quiet gray.
The forest whispers secrets old,
Of seasons past, and tales untold.
The trees, like sentinels of earth,
Stand guard, their branches stretching forth.
The deer's antlers, a crown of might,
Reach for the sky, in gentle light.
The sun sets slow, in orange glow,
A peaceful scene, for all to know.
In this still moment, we find our peace,
A sense of calm, the world's wild release.
The forest's heart, a rhythm deep,
Beats in our own, a symphony to keep.
In Whispering Woods, we find our way,
Through life's dark paths, to a brighter day.