The World that Knew You First
The World that Knew You First
by Charlie Brook
Have you forgotten the call of the wild earth?
The forest, waiting like an old friend,
Beckoning you back to the quiet
Where you were once fearless and free.
Return to the woods,
Where shadows dance in dappled sunlight,
And every rustling leaf holds a memory, waiting.
Why did you leave the whispering trees?
The carpet of moss beneath your feet,
The secrets in the winding paths,
The cool kiss of the stream on your fingertips.
Each moment here is alive with wonder,
Each breeze a gentle reminder of joy.
Why have you let the forest fade from memory?
Listen closely, and hear it call you back.
The sigh of the trees welcomes you,
Their branches arch like open arms,
Holding stories older than time.
Feel the earth beneath your soles,
Soft, grounding, alive with promise,
The air a breath of quiet magic,
Infusing your spirit with forgotten dreams.
There’s a mystery in the wind,
An invitation in every whisper of leaves,
A pull toward something real and raw,
Where joy needs no reason to exist.
The forest waits with timeless patience,
To remind you who you are,
With its ever-present heartbeat,
And the peace that settles in its shade.
Come back to the world that knew you first,
Where every shadow holds a story,
And each sigh of the trees
Reminds you of life’s simple wonders.
Rediscover the joy of belonging,
Where the forest greets you as its own,
And the laughter of your younger self
Echoes, calling you home.
(Shared with permission from the author)