Poems From The Heart

dead trees

In the realm where shadows linger, 'neath the moon's soft glow,

A forest stands in silence, where the dead trees seem to grow.

Their branches twisted, skeletal, reaching for the starlit sky,

A tale untold, a mystery wrapped in whispers, oh so sly.

Amidst the stillness of the night, an ancient secret lies,

Entwined within the bark and roots, where time itself defies.

These timeworn sentinels, witnesses to ages long gone,

Guardians of a spectral realm, where adventure may be drawn.

In the moonlit dance of shadows, a spectral breeze may sigh,

A whisper of forgotten tales, where spirits yearn to fly.

The rustle of the leaves, a language lost to mortal ears,

Reveals a world enchanted, fueled by long-forgotten fears.

As twilight casts its mystic cloak, unveiling the unknown,

The dead trees beckon wanderers, inviting them to roam.

Through the veil of memories, where echoes softly play,

Adventurers may find themselves in realms of disarray.

A labyrinth of memories, etched in the dark's embrace,

Each ring, a tale of yesteryears, a journey through time and space.

For beneath the surface, roots entwined like ancient kin,

Lie secrets of the forest, where the journey shall begin.

Yet caution be the compass, for not all that slumbers rests,

In the heart of the woodlands, where shadows manifest.

Within the hollows of the trunks, where secrets tightly cling,

Dormant spirits lie in wait, with stories left to sing.

So venture forth with wonder, but tread with reverence and care,

For the mystery that surrounds you may catch you unaware.

Amongst the dead trees' whispers, a tale unfolds anew,

A saga of adventure, where the past and present brew.

In the quiet of the moonlit night, the forest holds its sway,

A tapestry of tales untold, as stars above convey.

For in the dance of shadows, where the dead trees stand so tall,

An epic journey beckons, wrapped in nature's mystic thrall.