Whispers of the Wild

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In twilight's hush, where shadows weave,
Beneath the boughs, where secrets breathe,
There lies a realm, untamed, beguiled,
Where nature's voice speaks, undefiled.

Whispers of the wild, they softly call,
Through emerald glades and waterfall,
In murmurs of the rustling leaves,
Where ancient stories, the earth conceives.

In every breeze, a tale untold,
Of mysteries deep, of legends bold,
The language of the rivers flow,
In ripples, in currents, they bestow.

Each creature's song, a symphony rare,
Echoes through the misty air,
From soaring eagles in the sky,
To gentle creatures passing by.

In moonlit glens, where magic gleams,
And starlight dances on moonbeams,
The wilderness hums its timeless tune,
Beneath the watchful, ancient moon.

In whispers of the wild, we find,
A connection to the heart, entwined,
For in its depths, we see our own,
A reflection of the seeds we've sown.