Whispers of the Ancient Grove #31

Whispers of the Ancient Grove In the heart of an emerald grove, where whispers wind, Under the canopy, secrets of ages, entwined. Sunbeams dance through leaves, in playful delight, Casting mosaics of light, a mesmerizing sight. Majestic trees stand tall, guardians old and wise, Their roots deep in lore, beneath the earth they rise. Each leaf, a story; each branch, a memory's hold, In the forest's embrace, tales of yore unfold. A brook meanders, a silvery thread, through the glen, Its melody, a symphony of nature's hidden den. Dragonflies ballet over waters, shimmering blue, Mirroring skies, in a dance of morning dew. Birds serenade the dawn, in chorus clear and bright, Their songs weaving spells, in the first blush of light. Flowers bloom, a tapestry of colors bold and fair, Fragrances sweet, drift on the gentle air. In this ancient grove, time stands serene, A realm untouched, a world unseen. Here, the spirit roams, free and unconfined, In the whispers of the grove, peace we find.