The Spirit Of The Wild Poem by ashok jadhav

I walked where ancient rivers flowed,
Through forests deep and mountains high;
A hush lay heavy on the earth,
Yet something breathed beyond the sky.
The wind would stir the silver leaves,
And whisper secrets in my ear;
I felt a presence, calm and still,
A force both distant and yet near.
The river hummed a sacred song,
The rocks seemed pulsing with quiet grace;
The sunlight touched the mossy stones,
And shadows bowed in gentle place.
No voice of man could claim this truth,
No hand could hold what could not stay;
Yet in the hush of nature's realm,
The spirit walked both night and day.
I knelt beside the ancient oak,
And felt my heartbeat blend with all;
The unseen watched, yet asked no gift,
And taught me silence is the call.
So when I tread the fields alone,
Or gaze upon the starlit skies,
I know the world holds hidden souls,
And every leaf and stream replies.