Bringing the Forest Home


In my heart, I carry a woodland,
A symphony of whispers, soft and grand.
I bring the forest home, leaf by leaf,
A verdant canopy, a shelter for grief.

The rustle of the trees in the wind’s embrace,
Brings peace to my soul, a tender grace.
I gather the moss, the dew-kissed ground,
To lay a carpet where silence is found.

In my eyes, the dance of the dappled light,
A glimpse of the stars in the darkest night.
I carry the scent of pine and earth,
A reminder of nature’s endless birth.

Birdsong becomes the soundtrack of my days,
Echoing the forest’s ancient ways.
I weave the branches into my dreams,
Where rivers run and the moonlight gleams.

I bring the forest home in every breath,
A sanctuary of life, defying death.
In every room, a touch of green,
A living poem, a tranquil scene.

So let the forest grow within these walls,
Where the spirit of the wild softly calls.
For in this space, the wild things roam,
And in my heart, I bring the forest home.