Green Renovation – The Poetry of Science
Between trees,A heart opens –moss blanketsThe tender skin of the earth,while the branches bendto reach the sky.In the stillness,A soul trembleswithout loads.Shadows dance with the light,each leaf a balm –a promiseengraved in emerald veinsacross the forest floor,where the feet traceforgotten pathsTo peace.The soft chorusof growing thingsechoes throughour hollowed bones –letting the light inwhere the pain