In the heart of verdant whispers, where the great rivers flow, Dwells the soul of the forest, in the children’s eyes, it glows. With feet bare upon the earth, their laughter rings in tune, To the parrot’s vibrant chorus, ‘neath the watchful Amazon moon. Tiny hands, like leaves, reach out, to the sky so vast and blue, Grasping dreams of peace and harmony, in the morning’s dew. They dance with the spirits of the trees, in a silent, sacred ballet, Wearing crowns of orchids wild, in the break of day. Beaded bracelets jingle softly, anklets sing of ancient lore, Each … Continue reading To Little Eyes of the Forest