The Boy

🌲 “The Boy Alone in the Forest”

He walked where the path ended — a boy with no map, only faith.
The forest greeted him not with fear, but with song.
Sunlight slipped through the trees, painting gold on his skin.
Every leaf shimmered as if whispering, “You’re not alone.”

He touched the bark of an old tree — warm, alive.
A breeze brushed his face, carrying the scent of pine and rain.
He smiled. The silence wasn’t empty; it was sacred.
The forest became his teacher — showing him that beauty doesn’t ask for attention, it simply is.
As night fell, stars pierced the sky like ancient promises.
The boy lay beneath them and understood:
He was never lost — he was found in creation itself.