Whispers Beneath the Woods

Whispers of the wind, call my name,

Underneath the branches, nothing feels the same.

Beneath these wildering woods I lie,

Staring across the wikered sky.

Gracing life's present accessories,

Forgetting lost treacheries,

Moments that haunt like shadows in the night,

Yet still I dream, searching for the light.

Happiness is subtle, a flicker in the dark,

But I find my solace, here in nature's park.

Each leaf that falls whispers stories of old,

Of dreams deferred, of hearts turned cold.

Let's chase the fading echoes of time,

With every tear, there's a reason to climb.

The past may linger, but we carry on,

With dreams in our pockets, we'll greet the dawn.

Now the stars above weave tales anew,

Reminding me of those who once flew.

Beneath this canopy, I find my peace,

In every heartbeat, I release.

Happiness is subtle, but graceful and free,

Entwined with the whispers of the old oak tree.

Nature's embrace holds the key to my soul,

In storms of remembrance, I find myself whole.

Let's chase the fading echoes of time,

With every tear, there's a reason to climb.

The past may linger, but we carry on,

With dreams in our pockets, we'll greet the dawn.

So let the winds remind me of what I've lost,

In every heartbeat, I count the cost.

Yet here among the roots, I choose to stand,

The timber of my heart, reaching for the land.

Beneath these wildering woods I remain,

With dreams and hopes woven in the rain.

Tears may fall, but they nourish the earth,

From shadows arise, to reclaim my worth.