The woods of my dreams are dark and deep.
And, ever so often, they whisper to me.
A magical breeze blows through the trees,
And as it swishes, it beckons me softly.

The evening sun casts a glow on the olive leaves
As fireflies signal to each other in a code binary.
The path strewn with dry twigs crackles under my feet,
And the cool air, with the scent of flowers, is heavy.

The woods, to my heart and soul, gift peace.
They take me to a place more real than reality
Where life springs forth from every nook and cranny,
Where hope sings songs untethered and free.

In those deep and dark woods, it’s myself that I seek,
And in the stillness, I can see my true self revealed.
When Life throws me to the ground in a mangled heap,
These whispering woods give me the strength to heal.