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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.

 

 

 

 

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Flyntland

Sat 15th Mar 2025 13:57

RBK forgive my naivety - but what is lub-dub?

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Red Brick Keshner

Sat 15th Mar 2025 13:49

Thanks Flyntland 🌷 it seems that everything around us has its own “pulse.” The forest is one of many; safety and joy being its lub-dub 🙏🏻🕊

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Flyntland

Sat 15th Mar 2025 13:41

I love the name and the poem - I can feel and smell the forest -
it is a place of safety and joy, a delight to read.
Thank you

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