Beneath

In the cradle of the earth we stand,

Where rivers carve the willing land,

And mountains rise with quiet grace,

Their peaks a testament to space.

The morning dew, it lingers soft,

On leaves that stretch to skies aloft,

Each droplet holds a world unseen,

A mirror to the things we dream.

The forest breathes with ancient might,

A pulse that beats through day and night,

Its roots dig deep, its branches wide,

A silent strength that does not hide.

The wind, it sings a timeless tune,

A melody of sun and moon,

Through fields of gold, it weaves its way,

Guiding hearts both lost and stray.

In every rock, in every tree,

There lies a tale, a history,

Of days long past, of nights so clear,

Of footsteps that have wandered here.

The ocean’s roar, the valley’s call,

Remind us that we’re small yet all,

Connected by a thread so fine,

That binds our souls to the divine.

The sky above, it stretches wide,

A canvas where our dreams reside,

In clouds that drift, in stars that gleam,

We find the essence of our theme.

Each step we take, a dance with time,

In rhythm with the earth’s deep rhyme,

Our hearts in tune with every beat,

As nature’s song makes us complete.

The path ahead, it twists and turns,

With every curve, a lesson learned,

In harmony with earth and sky,

We find the answers, not the why.

So let us walk with open eyes,

And see the world as it applies,

In every breath, in every sight,

A world that glows with pure delight.

Postscript:

This poem eloquently captures the timeless bond between nature and the human spirit