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I step where mosses weave their green,On earth untouched by mortal hands,Where ancient trees, with roots unseen,Hold secrets in their winding strands. The mist, like breath, enfolds me whole,A veil of ...
I step where mosses weave their green,On earth untouched by mortal hands,Where ancient trees, with roots unseen,Hold secrets in their winding strands. The mist, like breath, enfolds me whole,A veil of ...
The boy wandered deeper into the forest, each step taking him further from the familiar world of village paths and sunlight. Around him, the ancient trees loomed tall, their trunks ...
In the shadowed hush of the forest deep,Where whispers of ancient secrets sleep,The ferns unfurl their emerald lace,Dancing softly in twilight’s grace. Tree Fern Forest, Gloucester Tops, NSW Their fronds, like fingers, ...