The Woodland Floor Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

Beneath the towering, shadowed trees,
A secret green world stirs quietly.
Ferns unfurl like ancient hands,
Moss cloaks stones in hidden lands.

Soft as velvet, damp with dew,
Emerald shadows shift in view.
Tiny streams murmur silvered threads,
Winding over roots and fallen beds.

Toadstools peek through veils of mist,
Whispering tales the woods have kissed.
Every leaf a riddle spun,
Every frond hides what's begun.

Sunlight drips in fractured beams,
Touching moss with scattered dreams.
The woods exhale in hushed suspense,
A kingdom secret, dense, intense.

Step lightly where the ferns repose,
For the woods guard what no one knows.
Moss and shadow, soft and deep,
Hold the mysteries they keep.