Pain

The moonlight dips through broken trees. A secret hum rides on the breeze. I hear the whispers soft and kind. A hidden tale the woods designed. The pines, they creak like olden bones. Their voices wrapped in twilight tones. A thousand stories in their veins of summer Suns and autumn rains. Whispering through the pines tonight, A melody without a fight. It calls to hearts that seek the wild, The forest song forever mild. I walk the path where shadows fall. The earth, it breathes, I hear its call. The roots, they twist like ancient lore. They guard the tales from days of yore. And in the stillness, I find peace. The chatter of the world will cease. Beneath the stars, the pines will sing a hymn Of life to everything. Whispering through the pines tonight, A melody without a fight. It calls to hearts that seek the wild, The forest song forever mild.