Lost in Lore

Amidst the whispers of ancient trees,
Where shadows dance and spirits be,
A tapestry of myths unspun,
Under the watchful eye of the sun.

Here, where legends softly tread,
Across the lands our forebears wed,
To nature's rhythm, heartbeat, lore,
We find ourselves, and so much more.

In stories old, in tales retold,
Of heroes brave, of hearts so bold,
Within these fables, truth we find,
A mirror to our own entwined.

So let us wander, lost in thought,
Among the tales our ancestors taught,
For in this lore, we are not alone,
With every word, our souls have grown.