Where the Wild Still Breathes

In the hush where no footsteps remain,

Where silence hums louder than rain,

The wilderness stretches, untamed and free,

A secret whispered by earth to tree.

The wind does not ask, it only roams,

Through ancient paths and forgotten homes,

Carving its story in valleys deep,

Where shadows wander and mountains sleep.

Leaves murmur tales of time gone by,

Of soaring eagles that kiss the sky,

Of rivers that dance without a guide,

And stars that shimmer, wild with pride.

No walls to bind, no chains to hold,

Just roots that wander, fierce and bold,

A rhythm older than human breath,

A life that blooms untouched by death.

Here, the soul sheds all disguise,

In tangled vines and open skies,

And learns, beneath the endless blue,

That wildness lives inside us, too.