In the forest’s heart, where light doth fade,
And nature’s choir sings serenade,
There lies a path, in green arrayed,
Where shadows whisper through the glade.
With every leaf and every blade,
The sun’s bright touch is gently swayed,
And there, the day’s bright colors jade,
In the cool embrace of the shadow’s aid.
The brook, it babbles, clear and staid,
Its waters cool, not once betrayed,
By the warmth of sun’s fierce cascade,
For in the shade, its heat’s allayed.
Oh, shadow’s touch, soft as suede,
In you, the world’s edges are frayed,
And life’s sharpness gently laid,
To rest in your tender, soothing shade.
The birds, they flit, in light and shade,
A dance of joy, so finely played,
And in this moment, hearts are swayed,
To cherish the quiet shadow’s parade.
So let us sit, and not be afraid,
To dwell in the shadow’s cool promenade,
For in this gentle, calming charade,
Life’s true beauty is displayed.