The Forest’s Lullaby

 

The river shimmered, cool and green,
Its song was heard, though never seen.

A soft hush of gold lay on the air,
Where dawn and dream knelt down in prayer.

The thrush began the waking hymn,
The bees droned low as light grew slim.

A stag stood still where shadows played,
While squirrels leapt through beams of shade.

The dragonflies in silence flew,
Where lilies cupped the drops of dew.

The air grew warm with noon’s embrace,
As sunlight stitched the forest’s face.

Then slowly fell the amber light,
The doves took wing in fading sight.

A fox slipped by with secret glee,
Its laugh as soft as rustling tree.

Cicadas sang as day grew thin,
And dusk let dusky dreams begin.

The moss lay deep where secrets keep,
The roots held fast their ancient sleep.

Till forest, wind, and silver stream
Sang earth to rest within its dream.

Through night the owls in vigil flew,
The stars awoke where darkness grew.

A hush returned, the world stood still,
As moonlight crowned the sleeping hill.

And when the first pale light was born,
The forest stirred to greet the morn.

The sky breathed gold, the breeze grew mild,
And day arose, serene and wild.

And still the forest keeps its tune,
Through glowing sun and careless moon.

Its ageless hymn, both wild and mild,
Forever rocks the earth’s own child.

Thursday, 4/9/25 , 12:21 AM
Ajay Sardesai -Megh