In woodland depths where shadows dance,
A nemophilist finds sweet romance.
Amidst the trees, a haven deep,
Where nature's secrets slowly seep.
Through rustling leaves, whispers rise,
Echoes of ancient, verdant ties.
With every step, a sacred trove,
A symphony of life, in groves.
Canopies weave a emerald spell,
Where solitude and silence dwell.
The fragrance of pine, a soothing balm,
In this sylvan world, a tranquil psalm.
Mossy carpets beneath my feet,
A sanctuary where senses meet.
Through the foliage, the sunlight weaves,
A tale of peace, the forest conceives.
A dance of hues in every glade,
A nemophilist's serenade.
Nature's canvas, a masterpiece,
In the heart of the forest, find release.
- Willisha
