The Whispering Pines

This poem, titled "In the Whispering Pines," captures the essence of a serene and ancient forest filled with towering pine trees.

In the whispering pines, ancient and tall,

A forest of serenity, untouched by time's call.

Whispers carried on the wind, secrets old and divine,

In the heart of tranquility, these pines align.

Amidst the emerald needles, wisdom deeply sown,

Nature's silent guardians, in stillness, they've grown.

Each tree, a story, a memory of the earth,

Rooted in the past, yet, in present, their worth.

The forest breathes, a mystical dance of life,

A sanctuary of peace, far from worldly strife.

In its hushed canopy, our souls find ease,

A communion with nature, in the gentle breeze.

The pines, they speak of time's relentless flow,

Of cycles unending, of growth and letting go.

In their lofty heights, a connection so profound,

To the earth beneath us, to the universe around.

Here, in the whispering pines, truth silently resides,

A reminder of our place, where wisdom abides.

In this tranquil haven, let introspection thrive,

For in the embrace of nature, we truly come alive.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

I love pine trees and it's murmuring when wind blow. Excellent poem friend. Keep it up 🙂