Free-verse Poetry | Nature

Guardian of the Whispering Woods

With a crown of stars and a heart of pure gold she guards the tales of the wild — untold

Jade Zulfiqar
The Lark Publication
2 min readMar 4, 2024

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In the heart of the forest, the wise spirit with gold antlers sits cross-legged. In her emerald green attire with her beautiful hair spread on her chest, she looks like an African goddess. In her lap, adorable baby animals find comfort, and by her side, friendly deer share the calm. A gentle aura surrounds her entire being.
In the heart of the forest, the wise spirit sits cross-legged. In her lap, adorable baby animals find comfort, and by her side, friendly deer share the calm. A gentle aura surrounds her being. [Image created by Author using Fotor.AI]

In the heart of the forest,
of golden pines and whispering breeze,
There dances a spirit,
so unbothered and so at ease.
With antlers of gold and a coat of the night,
and a crown of stars that shines so bright,
She weaves through the shadows,
a guardian unseen.

Love her essence, the moon her gaze,
She stirs the winds,
as the leaves sing her praises.
She summons the seasons with a delicate hand
each breath beckoning the gentle rain of spring.

With a touch, she stirs the warm embrace of summer,
Awakening the world to its sunlit dream.
Her glance stirs the autumn’s hue,
and with a soft sigh, she cradles the silent snow of winter,
ever true.

She tames the rivers, she calms the skies,
In her wake, the forest thrives.
She…

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