Green light through leaves, a hush so deep,
Where weary souls find rest and keep.
The world's loud clamor fades and falls,
In forest's peace, my spirit calls.
Here, ancient trees like #Icons stand,
A quiet made by God's own hand.
My heart finds space to breathe and pray,
For children walking in His way.
This stillness holds a holy grace,
A glimpse of Heaven in this place.
In silent woods, my soul takes flight,
And finds in darkness, #Father's light.
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2025-03-10 09:55:07
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