Literature
My heart open to the wonders of this world
In the quiet of the forest glade,
Where sunlight filters through the leaves,
I find my heart entwined with nature's grace,
A love that blooms like wildflowers in the breeze.
The deer, with eyes like liquid pools,
Gazes upon me with a gentle curiosity,
And I, in turn, feel a kinship with her,
A shared secret whispered between souls.
The songbirds weave their melodies,
Each note a brushstroke on the canvas of dawn,
Their wings carry dreams aloft,
And I listen, enraptured by their sweet refrain.
Beneath the ancient oak's sheltering arms,
I watch the squirrels play their endless game,
Their nimble paws a testament to joy,
And I wonder if they