Amid sylvan realm where waters meet,
A bridge of light ‘twixt sky’s retreat,
With wings unfurled, in morning’s hush,
A tale untold begins to blush.
Above the mirror of liquid calm,
Two essences merge, like a whispered psalm,
One descends, the other aspires,
A minuet ‘neath heaven’s spires.
Celestial thread, unseen yet felt,
Connects the mortal heart to what’s dwelt,
In forest’s heart, where secrets hide,
Meaning swirls like shadows side by side.
Guidance divine in zephyrs’ breath,
Mystery veiled in the woods beneath,
Ethereal glow that touches the soul,
Navigates us toward an unseen goal.
Yet queries linger, silent and deep,
What truths in the stillness does Nature keep?
As light cascades, intent unknown,
A riddle cosmic, a tale intone.
Does water’s surface mirror our fate,
Or echo the universe’s gait?
Do shadows cast by ancient trees,
Whisper tales of what’s yet to be?
Oh, forest wise, enigmatic and vast,
Reveal your secrets from eons past,
Let angel’s light and water’s grace,
Unveil the patterns of time and space.
In this sonnet woven of light and shade,
The dance of mysteries, twilight’s parade,
Divine guidance whispers, softly sown,
In nature’s verse, a truth full-grown.
