The cosmic nocturne horizontally traverses,
Winds whistle a tale in forgotten verses.
Within the forest’s embrace, shadows dance,
Here absence of sound brings closer glance.
Among ancient trees of knowing spirits,
A call ripples, stirring stars, tender merits.
Leaves hum tunes of eras intertwined,
Resounding softly, where silence is defined.
As if time, too, felt the need to pause,
The forest breathes, echoing its applause.
Is this the echo of my own heart here?
Or songs from the galaxies drawing near?
Follow the whispers along their ethereal line,
And let your spirit, liberated, divine.