Two Souls in the Green

In a world made of whispers and soft shades of green,
Two small wanderers rest where no footstep has been.
Tucked into the canopy, gentle and still,
Where the light falls like gold dust and time has no will.
One perches up high on the edge of the world,
One nestles below where the moss-paths are curled.
Not lost, not lonely, just quietly there,
Two white little souls breathing cool, gentle air.
The forest hums softly in deep emerald tones,
A thousand green heartbeats, a world of their own.
The yellow stars scatter like seeds in the light,
Too small to be noticed, too bright to lose sight.
They do not need maps, they do not need names,
No hurry, no rushing, no clocks, and no chains.
Just the green and the stillness, the hush and the hum,
And the quiet contentment of just being, at home.
So if you are weary and need somewhere to go,
Find your own green world where the soft breezes blow.
Find your person, your perch, your small patch of peace,
And let the great forest just hold you and breathe.

Object number

027.04.02