In the space between words, a forest breathes,
The leaves hum ancient songs of understanding,
whispered secrets scatter on the wind,
echoing through the labyrinth of thought.
Once, a silent owl perched upon a thought,
its eyes wide with the truth of a thousand midnights,
watching as the stars wove dreams of wisdom,
the cosmos whispering in silent constellations.
The mountains hold their breath, waiting,
for the sun to rise beyond the horizon's embrace,
showering light upon the hidden truths,
the eternal cycle of day and night.
Listen to the murmurs of the river,
winding its way through the valleys of time,
for it carries the whispers of forgotten worlds,
the laughter of the wind among the stars.
Listen to the River's Song