Beneath the tree of wisp, where shadows softly sway,
Whispers float on gentle breeze, at the closing of the day.
In the heart of tranquil woods, where tranquility finds release,
The tree stands tall, a sentinel, bidding all troubles cease.
Its branches reach for starlit skies, adorned with luminescent glow,
Guiding lost souls through the night, where dreams and wishes flow.
Each leaf a shimmering ember, in the moon's ethereal light,
Casting spells of serenity, amidst the quiet of the night.
Oh, tree of wisp, be at peace, in your sacred grove,
Where secrets are whispered, and mysteries woven with love.
Let your roots run deep, in the earth's embrace so fair,
An anchor in the chaos, a haven from despair.
May your canopy of dreams, shelter hearts in need,
As they find solace in your branches, and in your wisdom, heed.
For in the stillness of your presence, amid the forest deep,
The tree of wisp whispers softly, "Be at peace, and restful sleep."
@The Book Owl
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The Book Owls Collection By J.C. Bauzon
PoetryJust some random poem that may help and maybe to relate life unto something that only you can know. Anyhow the book known owls collection of poetry was all knowledge stored with well experience in poetry whether failure and success.
