Rivers Dream Below

In the quiet wood,  

Moonlight weaves through ancient trees,  

Whispers of the breeze—  

No footsteps, no voice to hear,  

Only peace, soft as the stars.  

Glow of fern and moss,  

Flickers gentle, emerald light.  

Stillness hums the air—  

No burden, no fear, no fight,  

Nature cradles time asleep.  

Boughs reach to the sky,  

Silent prayers to morning mist,  

Each leaf softly sways—  

Unseen currents, tender touch,  

Holding life without a word.  

Streams reflect the stars,  

Crystal pathways, endless flow,  

Rivers dream below—  

No beginning, no end found,  

Only presence, pure and whole.  

In this forest’s glow,  

Nothing stirs, yet all is full.  

Magic breathes alone—  

Not a soul to break the calm,  

But life hums in every breeze.