Whispers of the Soul

Wilderness

The Call of the Wild

In whispers of the wind through towering pines,
A call beckons softly, where freedom aligns.
Beneath a sky painted in hues of deep blue,
The wild speaks to hearts that yearn to break through.

Mountains rise like giants, their peaks kissed by snow,
Guardians of secrets where only the brave go.
Streams dance over stones, their laughter a song,
Nature's symphony echoing where we belong.

With every step on the untamed ground,
Life pulses around us, a rhythm profound.
The rustle of leaves and the song of the breeze,
Remind us of wonders found deep in the trees.

Civilization fades in the distance behind,
As we shed our worries, our burdens, unkind.
The wild whispers tales of adventure untold,
Inviting us into its arms, fierce and bold.

The heart beats in time with the howl of the night,
As stars flicker softly, a dazzling delight.
Embers of a fire dance, casting shadows that sway,
In this sacred communion, we find our own way.

For in every wild moment, we rediscover our souls,
In the vastness of nature, we feel ourselves whole.
So let us embrace the allure of the land,
For the call of the wild is a touch of the hand.

It's a promise of freedom, a bond deep and true,
A reminder that life is a journey anew.
With the wind as our guide and the wild as our home,
We'll follow its whispers, wherever we roam.