RETAKES: POEM THREE

Among the trees, in forests deep,
Photographer and muse do creep.
Through dappled light and whispering leaves,
A world of magic the lens retrieves.

In nature's embrace, we find our peace,
As time and space seem to cease.
Each photo a poem, each pose a rhyme,
Captured in moments, frozen in time.

With every click, a story unfolds,
Of love and laughter, secrets untold.
In photoshoots, we find our truth,
In the wilderness of eternal youth.