by Osman Cisse Hanif
Beneath the ancient trees where shadows dance and play
The forest whispers secrets of a time so far away
In the twilight's gentle glow the world comes alive
With every rustling leaf, the echoes start to thrive
Every green leaf brings a promising hope
Sense of new breaths into the chest struggling to cope
Each ray of sunlight paints the forest floor
A tapestry of life, where spirits can restore
The murmurs of the breeze tell tales of old
A harmony of whispers, in a language bold
With every pulse of life, the forest sings
A dance of existence, where hope forever springs
Sand of our time reveals thought of a young valor is gray favor
Alas! sand of ancestry reveals mind of old knight is green savor
In the shifting dunes, where time stands still
The echoes of the past, their stories fulfill
Still the feet of travelers were
But eyes of their destiny pierced destinations to disrespect the glare
In the midst of paths untold, they found their way
Guided by the echoes of a timeless day
Timeless was a day but the night rests in the soul of a painful day
Way beyond length of time a distance lay
In the quiet embrace of dusk’s gentle fold
The echoes of journeys, their stories told
Chaotic precipitation of endurance through painful rain beyond weeks and weakness
Quick quakes that erupted, men called bold
In the storm of life, courage unfolds
Strength is forged in the tempest's mold
Dust could be an ornament of deceit, but dust wind never blows
Molds treasures to hold
In secret it knows
Through the chaotic dance, endurance remains
Strength and wisdom in the storm's reigns
Last updated April 11, 2025