pulse
In the heart of the forest, life thrives in abundance,
trees stretch towards the sky, their canopies a verdant tapestry.
The air is thick with the scent of earth and foliage,
each breath a communion with nature's essence.
Animals move through the undergrowth, unseen yet present,
a symphony of life in constant motion.
Birds call from the branches, their songs a chorus of joy,
a celebration of the morning's light.
I walk along the forest path, feeling the pulse
of the living world around me, a rhythm that resonates
deep within. The forest dapples secrets,
ancient and wise, a reminder of the interconnectedness
of all things, a mosaic of life, ever-changing eternity.
Flyntland
Sat 15th Mar 2025 13:57
RBK forgive my naivety - but what is lub-dub?