Whispering Woodland Poem by Micronjan (also use name micron)

Sunlight drips through leafy boughs,
Dancing on mossy, earthen floors.
The trees sway, murmuring softly,
A quiet song behind green doors.

Ferns curl like fingers in the shade,
Mushrooms cluster in a hidden glade.
Birds flit between branches high,
A flash of colour against the sky.

Squirrels scurry, foxes tread,
Deer pause lightly where shadows spread.
Leaves converse in breezy tones,
Rustling secrets of bark and stones.

Each trunk a pillar, ancient, wise,
Roots tangled deep beneath our eyes.
Sunlight dapples through the canopy,
A mosaic of light, a living tapestry.

I wander through this hushed domain,
Where life thrives in leaf and rain.
The woodland whispers, soft and deep,
Its magic mine, if I dare to keep.