The woods

The forest through the years has grown eyes and ears 

Each remembering what it sees or hears, shedding dew drops of misty tears

From within the wood a memory understood, a shade slips and falls

Whispered words from passing birds, lost deeds recalls

Secrets kept here have slept in beds of green

Flowing streams bring dreams of enchanted scene

Sediment of souls buried under dirt, leaves, valley and knolls

Here one knows no wind blows and the king of the woods in shadows patrols 

Reviews

[Amy R]

Your poem reflects the idea of nature holding secrets. Elements like dew, streams, and shadows create a magical atmosphere. The forest is shown as a place where time appears frozen, letting memories and feelings hang in the air.

Very nice write, with good imagery to..
-Amy

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and interpretation of this piece it is most appreciated along with your support.

[Amy R]

You're welcome Soren

[JessyJacob]

Hi Soren,
I was trying to understand your lines, they loked with nice rhythm.

Thank you for sharing

Jessy Jacob

[Soren]

Thank you Jessy for the review that is most appreciated as is your support

[emmajoygreen]

What fine rhyming: each turn of word neighbouring another! You've captured a place and its mood truly and brilliantly! Thank you so much for sharing

'Secrets kept here have slept in beds of green
Flowing streams bring dreams of enchanted scene
Sediment of souls buried under dirt, leaves, valley and knolls
Here one knows no wind blows and the king of the woods in shadows patrols '

[Soren]

Thank you so much Emmajoy for the review and most kind words of encouragement they are deeply appreciated.