Whispers in The Silent Forest
In the silent forest,
The wind does not whistle,
The birds do not sing,
For in the silent forest,
Nature is mute.
When there is no observer,
The trees begin to whisper,
What are they speaking? I wonder,
Are they communicating?
Whispering,
No more than quiet whistles,
Through the hollow cavities in the branches of trees…
What trees are these,
That whisper at will?
What trees are these,
That puzzle me with their mysteries?
Forever to baffle all who wonder,
Impossible to manifest,
A puzzle that will remain unsolved for eternity.
For the silent forest will remain,
Forever shrouded in the mist of ambiguity.
Originally written at the end of April (shortly after I posted the other one) and has since been edited
Balance is imperative; without it, total collapse and destruction is imminent.