By MAYA GREEN
In the heart of green, the shadows dance,
Whispers of the ancients, silent’s trance,
Leaves rustle of secrets, a storyteller’s art;
Life’s pulses in every vine, in every heart.
Moss-covered rocks, of the ancient’s touch,
So tread softly, let the soul learns much,
The sun weaves patterns of light, in shade;
In nature’s temple, the prayers are made.
Birds sing verses of love, and also loss,
The rain, a blessing from heaven, no dross,
The air is thick with tales, both old and new;
A mystical realm, where souls will renew.
Each step is a journey, both near and far,
Guided by life’s very own, subtle radar,
Silence speaks louder, in the forest deep;
Of the secrets so, of the universe it does keep.
A walk of green, is a dance with the divine,
In every breath taken, is His’ in every line,
Of hearts of green, in the shadows do dance
A walkabout in the forest, with all the fun!
Dateline:
A reminisce of A Walk of Green
Photo: In A Forest Paradisal Scene
