
In the heart of an ancient wood so deep,
Where sunlight through the leaves does peep,
A towering oak, a guardian strong,
In its embrace, we all belong.
Beneath its boughs, a figure knelt,
In reverence felt, in peace dwelt.
Hands clasped tight, eyes shut in prayer,
Amidst the moss, the wildflowers fair.
In this sacred glade, a moment divine,
Where earth and sky so gently entwine.
The breeze whispers secrets, the leaves sing,
A symphony of nature, to which we cling.
Above, the branches, like arms outspread,
Bestow their blessings on bowed head.
Light and shadow, a dance so bright,
In this sanctuary of dappled light.
In the stillness, a soul finds reprieve,
Amidst the magic that weaves and cleaves.
For in nature’s embrace, we find our worth,
A treasure trove of blessings, from the earth.
Guchi.