The Sweet Tears of Nature

In the hushed embrace of dawn,

Where shadows waltz with tender grace,

The Earth unveils its morning yawn,

And sweet tears trace each petal's face.

Dewdrops like whispered secrets gleam,

On emerald blades, they gently cling,

Nature's tears, a silken dream,

Each drop a song the flowers sing.

The moon surrenders to the light,

Its silver kiss now fades to gold,

Stars retreat from heaven's sight,

As daylight's story is retold.

These tears, they speak of ancient lore,

Of forests deep and oceans wide,

Of mountains steep and rivers' roar,

A timeless dance of ebb and tide.

Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,

Where time itself seems slow to tread,

The tears of nature, born of breeze,

Bedeck the earth, the forest bed.

The leaves, like fragile hearts, receive

The tender kiss of morning’s dew,

In silent joy, they interweave,

A tapestry of life anew.

These tears are not of sorrow's pain,

But joy distilled from night’s retreat,

A testament to sun and rain,

In union soft, in dance so sweet.

Upon the rose’s blushing cheek,

A crystal teardrop shines so bright,

It holds within the love we seek,

The promise of each day and night.

In fields where wildflowers play,

And grasses sway in gentle dance,

Nature’s tears in light array,

Give life to dreams and sweet romance.

The brook, it sings a lullaby,

Its voice a chorus clear and pure,

Where water meets the earth and sky,

These tears of life, forever sure.

Each droplet on a spider’s web,

A universe in perfect sphere,

A galaxy where light does ebb,

And night gives way to dawn’s premiere.

Within the heart of every wood,

In whispered winds and rustling leaves,

Nature's tears are understood,

By those who listen, who believe.

The ancient oak, the willow weeps,

Their branches bowed in silent grace,

For nature’s tears, in roots, it keeps,

A hidden world, a sacred space.

In every tear, a story told,

Of seasons past and those to come,

Of summers hot and winters cold,

Of autumn leaves and springtime hum.

The morning mist, it gently falls,

A veil that wraps the waking earth,

It cloaks the land in nature’s calls,

A testament to life’s rebirth.

Each raindrop, in its fleeting fall,

A crystal ball of nature’s lore,

It breaks and scatters, one and all,

Yet leaves behind a lush encore.

The mountains drink these tears so sweet,

Their peaks adorned in glistening snow,

Rivers rise, their banks to greet,

With life renewed in ebb and flow.

In deserts dry, where sun prevails,

The rarest tears are cherished more,

They carve the land, they tell their tales,

Of drought and flood, of ancient lore.

In jungles dense, where life abounds,

And every breath is rich and deep,

Nature’s tears are secret sounds,

That through the flora, gently seep.

The ocean, vast and deep, does weep,

Its tears are waves that kiss the shore,

They bring forth life from depths so deep,

A cycle endless, evermore.

In twilight's hush, when stars awake,

And moonlight weaves its silver thread,

The tears of nature gently break,

And soothe the land where dreams are spread.

The songbirds’ hymn at break of day,

A chorus pure, a symphony,

Each note a tear in bright array,

A gift of nature, wild and free.

In meadows where the daisies bloom,

And butterflies in sunlight play,

The tears of nature banish gloom,

And paint the world in soft array.

These tears are not of grief or loss,

But tokens of a joy profound,

In every leaf and blade of moss,

In every root beneath the ground.

For in each tear, a world unseen,

A microcosm pure and bright,

A testament to life’s serene,

Unyielding dance of dark and light.

The wind, it carries tears afar,

To lands unknown, to distant shores,

It whispers of the worlds they are,

And gently knocks on nature’s doors.

In caverns deep where echoes dwell,

And stalactites drip their slow refrain,

Nature’s tears in silence tell,

Of patience wrought from time’s domain.

Upon the glacier’s icy crest,

Where frozen tears do slowly glide,

They carve a path, a silent quest,

A testament to time and tide.

In gardens where the lilies grow,

And bees do hum their golden tune,

Nature’s tears in sunlight show,

A fleeting kiss, a sweet commune.

The coral reefs beneath the sea,

With colors bright and forms so rare,

Are born of tears from nature’s plea,

A vibrant life beyond compare.

Through canyons vast and deserts dry,

Where whispers of the ancient call,

Nature’s tears in secret lie,

Awaiting rain, awaiting fall.

In every breath of morning air,

In every sigh of evening’s breeze,

The tears of nature’s love and care,

Bring solace, joy, and gentle ease.

The human heart, akin to earth,

Knows well the touch of nature’s tears,

In joy, in sorrow, death, and birth,

They mirror all our hopes and fears.

So let us walk with gentle tread,

Upon this earth so rich and dear,

And honor every drop that’s shed,

The sweet, sweet tears of nature here.

For in each tear, a promise lies,

A world reborn, a life renewed,

A whisper ‘neath the endless skies,

Of nature’s love, forever true.