WHISPERS OF THE WOODLAND HEART
Soft sighs stir in twilight’s keep,
Where secrets wake and shadows sleep;
Petals fall from flowers unseen,
Ghostly blooms in silver sheen.
White bells sway in moonlit streams,
Echoes lost in quiet dreams;
A fae’s lament, a love’s last call,
A drifting dance where leaves do fall.
Golden threads weave tales once spun,
Of hearts that beat but come undone;
Soft glows flicker, faint and shy,
A whispered wish, a long goodbye.
Beneath the moss, the forest sighs,
A hidden tear, a lover’s lies;
Each bloom a memory, softly spun,
A fading star, a setting sun.
The woodland holds what time forgets,
The stolen trysts, the old regrets;
A tapestry of light and loss,
Of moments passed, a path uncrossed.
This faery grove, an endless page,
A timeless, tender, wistful stage;
To cradle dreams, to softly start,
The whispers of the woodland heart.