Photo by Poetry of Living


The bare feet exploring – touching gently
beneath the trees a green carpet in all shades.
The trees with the fog dancing,
with my sight playing intimate games.


Every step subtly kissing the ground –
why walk when I can fly?
Flavoring the green heaven so mildly –
removing the line between the earth and the sky.


The silence is whispering softly
an irresistible invitation to dwell –
to merge with the green velvety carpet,
to fall under its exquisite simplicity spell.


In a forest of infinite options,
one is enough to be heavenly and abundant.
One option to turn this complex simplicity
into a canvas miraculous and triumphant.

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