As The Forest Whispers Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

As The Forest Whispers

A wealth of discovery, I mined from the oak.
In the dawning of light, its leaves glow.
Transformed am I by the flight of lyrics,
An ancient wisdom traveled in my deep.
How mighty it stands though death gobbles it!
From life and lush it walks away,
Yet gifts, its parting smile.
An oak in the forest has scattered its spell,
A mount of wisdom, in my deep.

Gazing around, as the leaves sway,
Now I behold its sublime beauty,
In the leaves, is the music of olden times,
As melodies of those days
Murmur deep, around the trunks.
The earth that brings the tears of joy,
Boasts a mighty green, whose leaves
Spill the poems of life,
The verses of seasons, in my deep.

I tear the mystery in fathomless silence,
Diving deep with the flames of longing.
Of a thousand rebirths, this moment speaks,
As I plunge into the depths of my being.
The veil is torn, clouds pierced,
As light drips from the morning gem.
My ignorant mind sensed the spirit of life
In the living tale of an ancient tree.

An oak so lofty sang in my deep.
The longing I felt for the fullness of life,
My flooded soul with a sea of light
My joy new-found, burns every wound,
As the wayfarer in me is ignited in deep.
Seasons may come where the light may wane,
The ring may fall, the leaves may wilt,
For autumn leaves must reach the ground.
Now I find a truth so deep,
All things are ephemeral, in this world.

Echoes of the ancient oak,
Birthed wisdom, in the womb of mine.
Sprawling out, sacred it seems,
There I dance as life becomes festive.
The melodies keep floating in the breeze,
And my ears are open to its sweets.
The air echoes of an awakened spring,
That sings the blessed song of life.
Deep in the silence, meditative am I,
Unceasing in delight, a soul full of melodies.

The harp of joy in the jubilant woods,
Its strings are plucked, in solitude it seems.
The blues overhead are sapphires of heaven,
And a song has risen in my deeps.
Tuned am I to the whispers of the forest.
In the still dark, they are the messengers
Of immense wealth for those who can find it

As The Forest Whispers
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