Poets of Nature

We are the poets born of earth,

Writing with roots, rain, and light.

The wind teaches us gentle words,

The mountains speak of patience.

Rivers rhyme with endless hope,

Leaves whisper truths of change.

Stones remember ancient songs,

Skies edit verses with clouds.

Dawn signs poems in golden ink,

Dusk closes lines in calm blue.

Birds add rhythm to silence,

Forests breathe meaning into space.

Every seed carries a story,

Every path knows a lesson.

Nature never rushes its art,

Yet completes everything on time.

We listen, and wisdom grows,

We learn, and hearts become clear.

In quiet, the world speaks best,

And poets of nature truly hear. 🌿