Nature that calls me



In dawn’s embrace the mountains wake,

With golden light on glassy lake.

The whispering winds through forests glide,

Where secrets in the shadows hide.

The meadows bloom with colors bright,

A canvas brushed by morning light.

Each petal holds the sun’s warm kiss,

In nature’s arms, there’s endless bliss.

The rivers sing a silver tune,

That dances ‘neath the watching moon.

Their laughter echoes through the land,

As earth and water hold hands.

The sky ignites in twilight flame,

As stars arrive without a name.

The silence deep, the night profound,

Where peace in every breath is found.

O beauty born without disguise,

Reflected in the eagle’s eyes—

Nature, wild and free and pure,

A sacred bond that shall endure.