“The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep” – Robert Frost

The Forest at Dawn

I woke to the sound of birdsong, their melodies weaving through the trees like threads of light. The forest was alive, breathing, stirring beneath the first rays of the sun. I don’t know how I came to be here, but the air feels different- thicker, somehow, as if it holds secrets just out of reach.

I walked for hours, my feet carrying me over moss-covered stones and through streams that glittered like liquid silver. The forest is vast, endless, and yet it feels familiar, as if I’ve walked these paths in dreams. There is a strange comfort in the unknown, a sense that I am exactly where I need to be, even if I don’t yet understand why.

The Language of the Land

The forest speaks in a language I am only beginning to understand. The rustle of leaves, the creak of branches, the distant call of a fox- it is a symphony, a story, a spell. I found myself stopping often, my hand resting on the rough bark of a tree, my eyes tracing the patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor.

I gathered a few things as I walked- a feather, a smooth stone, a sprig of a wild herb. They feel like gifts, tokens from the land itself. I don’t know what they mean yet, but I sense they are important, that they hold some kind of message or meaning.

A Strange Longing

There is a feeling I can’t quite name- a longing, or a pull, or a whisper at the back of my mind. It is as if I have forgotten something vital and that it sits just out of reach. The forest seems to know, though. It watches me with quiet patience, as though it is waiting for me to remember.

I sat by the stream for a long time, my fingers trailing in the cool water. The current carried leaves and twigs, and I wondered where they were going, what they would find. Perhaps I am like those leaves, carried by a current I cannot see, toward a destination I cannot yet imagine.

The forest is a mystery, but a friend. It does not give its secrets easily, but I sense that it is leading me somewhere… that it is showing me something I need to see.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but for now, I am content to wander, to listen, to learn. The forest is patient, and so am I.