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@ Poetstry
2025-03-10 09:55:07Green 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.