Our heart wanders lost through the dark forests

Our heart wanders lost through the dark forests, and our dream struggles in the castle of doubt, with echoes of uncertainty, but within us sings a secret music, a melody that knows no silence, hope is pushed into the abysses of shadow, but the angel rises again, taking us with him in flight, in the wings of light that carry us to clear skies. Summer mornings begin step by step, while we are still asleep, and later accompany us like a beauty with long, graceful legs, walking through dirty streets, bringing light to dark corners, it's not surprising that dangers and suffering surround us, but astonishing is the song that resonates within us, like an echo of hope. We know the horses are there, in the dark pasture, because we can smell them, we hear their deep breathing, like a rhythm of life that never stops, our spirit persists like a man struggling through the frozen valley, who suddenly smells flowers and knows the snow is melting unseen, on the mountain peak, and understands that spring has begun to make its way. There is a music within us that embraces silence with sweet and warm notes, and although darkness surrounds us, we find our way through its sound, and with every step we feel how the heart fills with light and dreams, for deep within us, an eternal melody whispers that we are not alone, and that spring, with all its splendor, will find us and envelop us with its love.