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
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…