Ephemeral Echoes: A Forest's Sigh

Green moss, soft and deep,
A silent, ancient whisper,
Earth's gentle breathing.

Sunlight through the trees,
Dappled dance on forest floor,
Gold dust on my skin.

Birdsong, high and clear,
A melody of freedom,
Heart lifts with the sound.

Rough bark of old oak,
A history etched in lines,
Wisdom in its rings.

Wildflowers in bloom,
A riot of color bright,
Brief, joyful moments.

Creek's gentle murmur,
A constant, soothing rhythm,
Peace flows through my soul.

Fallen leaves of red,
A carpet soft and silent,
Autumn's sweet farewell.

Rain on thirsty ground,
A cleansing, fresh renewal,
Life drinks deeply now.

Spider's silken web,
A delicate creation,
Beauty, intricate.

Wind whispers secrets,
Through branches, leaves respond,
Nature's symphony.

Cold winter's embrace,
Trees stand stark against the sky,
Waiting patiently.

First snow, soft and white,
A blanket on the landscape,
A hush falls around.

Melting ice, a tear,
Of winter's slow surrender,
Spring's promise awakens.

Tiny buds appear,
A hint of vibrant green,
Hope blooms in my chest.

Squirrel's busy chase,
A flash of fur, quick and sly,
Life's constant motion.

Sun sets, painting skies,
With hues of orange and gold,
A breathtaking sight.

Fireflies at dusk,
Tiny stars begin to gleam,
Magic in the air.

Owl's hoot in the night,
A mysterious echo,
Darkness holds its peace.

Stars, distant and cold,
A vastness overhead,
Perspective returns.

Moon, a silver disc,
Shines down on sleeping forest,
Guiding light softly.

Deep within the woods,
A quiet, sacred space,
Where I find myself.

The forest's embrace,
A sanctuary of calm,
My heart finds its home.

But beauty fades fast,
The flowers wilt, leaves turn brown,
A gentle sorrow.

The creek will dry up,
The trees will fall to the ground,
All things must return.

This knowledge, bittersweet,
A reminder of my own,
Fleeting existence.

Yet, in this brief time,
I bask in nature's glory,
And cherish each breath.

For even in death,
There's beauty, a cycle,
Life starts anew, green.