Echoes of Emptiness in Hollow Poems

Hollow in the ancient tree,
Empty space, wild and free.
In your darkness, secrets keep,
Hollow, where the shadows sleep.
In your presence, peace is found,
Hollow, all around.
Empty space in morning's hue,
Hollow, always true.

Hollow in the forest's heart,
In your space, life does start.
In your darkness, peace does reign,
Hollow, nature's gain.
In your presence, hearts do rest,
Hollow, nature's best.
Silent home in morning's light,
Hollow, pure delight.

Hollow in the ancient wood,
In your space, the world's good.
In your darkness, life does grow,
Hollow, nature's flow.
In your presence, peace is found,
Hollow, all around.
Nature's void in morning's hue,
Hollow, always new.

In the woods, a hollow tree,
Its trunk so wide, a sight to see.
I thought I'd explore its depths so dark,
But hollow tree had a plan so stark.
I crawled inside, but got stuck tight,
My hollow dreams, a funny plight.
I laughed and wriggled, got out with cheer,
With hollow tree always near.

In the forest, a hollow wide,
Its depths so dark, a place to hide.
I thought I'd crawl and take a look,
But hollow tree had my courage shook.
I wriggled in, I wriggled out,
My hollow dreams, a funny bout.
I laughed and tried again with glee,
With hollow tree, wild and free.
Now I just admire from afar,
Hollow tree, like a star.

In forests deep where shadows blend,
The hollow tree's echoes send.
With trunks so old and bark so worn,
It graces the woods where stories are born.
The hollow, a symbol of the past,
Holds memories that forever last.
In every whisper, a story's spun,
Of life once lived, of day's begun.
Through winter's chill and summer's light,
The hollow's echo is pure delight.
A testament to time's own hand,
The hollow tree stands grand.