Chapter 3: Nature and Reverie

11. Forest Lullaby The trees hum low, a cradle song,
A gentle rhythm all along.
The leaves, like whispers, catch the breeze,
A symphony of ancient ease.

The forest breathes, the earth hums true,
A quiet world in emerald hue.
I rest my soul on moss and bark,
A fleeting spark within the dark.

 

12. The Ocean’s Hymn Waves compose an endless tune,
A ballad sung to sky and moon.
The tide, a voice that never sleeps,
A secret language of the deeps.

I walk the shore, the salt, the spray,
My worries washed, carried away.
The ocean calls, a timeless plea —
Come lose yourself, come dance with me.

 

13. Autumn’s Farewell The amber leaves drift down like sighs,
A fleeting blaze before goodbyes.
The wind hums soft, a mournful tune,
A fading kiss of late afternoon.

I trace the veins of every leaf,
A fragile echo, brief and brief.
The world exhales, the season dies,
A whispered prayer to autumn skies.

 

14. Mountains Call My Name The peaks rise high, a jagged crown,
Their voices deep, a thundered sound.
The air is crisp, the sky a flame,
And still the mountains call my name.

I climb with breath, with heart, with bone,
A pilgrim to the wild unknown.
Each step a vow, a sacred claim —
To touch the sky, to shed my name.

 

15. Beneath the Willow The willow weeps, her branches low,
A gentle haven, soft and slow.
Her roots, like fingers, clutch the earth,
A quiet witness to rebirth.

I sit beneath her canopy,
A soul unburdened, wild and free.
The world fades out, and I am still,
A fleeting breath beneath her will.