I’ve come to understand and see,
That I am not unlike a tree.
A seedling borne on springtide breeze
Sprouts tall with heart and soul at ease.
Root-bound till love my heart unbinds;
‘Neath summer skies said love spellbinds.
Then…hushed, foggy autumn mornings
With woods ablaze nurture yearnings
For winter’s peace in blessed silence—
Sacred respite…divine alliance.
© Ilija Lukić 2026
Sylvan Whispers
On the Lower Haw River Natural Area Trail near Bynum, North Carolina
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