Lost In The Misty Wet Embrace Of The Forest

From the window or the door. The white clouds over them on. But i shall be gone. They are that that talks of going but never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, as it grows wiser and older, that now it means to stay.

As you wander through the dense trees and soft, damp trails, feel the serenity of nature’s embrace. The ground, still wet with night's gentle embrace, reflects the world in droplets' quiet dance; As shadows stir, with sunlight's warm grace, the mist lifts slowly, revealing fate's chance. One of the most renowned poems exploring the theme of being lost in the woods is robert frost's timeless masterpiece, stopping by woods on a snowy evening. in this poem, frost paints a. In the whispers of mist, a calm magic swirls, where the sun kisses lizards, in their misty world. Whispers of the veil o mist that weaves your gossamer threads, in twilight’s embrace, a silken. 1 i wonder about the trees. 2 why do we wish to bear. 3 forever the noise of these. 4 more than another noise. 5 so close to our dwelling place? 6 we suffer them by the day. 7 till we lose all.

5 so close to our dwelling place? 6 we suffer them by the day. 7 till we lose all.