Soft Light's Glow

Trees aging in the woods so still invite,

I dare not step beyond the path I tread,

For moss and lichens, gray yet full of light,

Enfold the stories with tales of lives long dead.

The spell that binds the forest’s stately trees

Slows the foot that longs to wander free,

Its breath is woven deep in bark and leaves,

Its silence sings a timeless melody.

The branches bend to answer nature’s call,

Their rhythm beats in measures soft and slow,

A melody through trunks that rise and fall,

And marks the place where living things go.

So let me walk where age and beauty go,

As I stand by in awe in the soft light’s glow

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