Whispers of the Soul

Fall

The Call of the Wild

As dawn awakens in a blush of gold,
The forest breathes deeply, a sight to behold.
Crisp autumn air, fresh with a hint of pine,
Whispers the promise of adventures divine.

Leaves, like jewels, shimmer in vibrant hues,
Crimson and amber, they dance with the blues.
Beneath the towering trees, I lace up my boots,
Eager to wander where nature's beauty shoots.

The trail beckons softly, a winding embrace,
Leading me deeper into this wild, sacred space.
With each step I take, the world comes alive,
The rustle of leaves, where the wild creatures thrive.

Squirrels scurry playfully, gathering their fare,
While birds call in chorus, filling the air.
A deer stands still, caught in a moment so rare,
Its eyes wide with wonder, we share the same stare.

The sound of a stream, bubbling with glee,
Carries the echoes of nature's decree.
Moss carpets the ground, soft underfoot,
As I tread on this path, where my spirit can root.

The sun filters gently through branches above,
Casting shadows that dance, as if sharing their love.
With every deep breath, I feel worries release,
In the heart of the wild, I discover my peace.

And as I ascend to a peak that I seek,
The view unfolds marvelously, breathtaking and sleek.
Mountains draped in a tapestry of fire,
Stir the soul's yearning, ignite the wild desire.

So here's to the hikes, where adventure ignites,
In the beauty of fall, where the wild takes flight.
With nature as my guide, I feel so alive,
In the call of the wild, my spirit will thrive.