To a Man Who Loves Nature

In the heart of dawn’s serene embrace,
He walks where wildflowers gently trace.
Amidst the whisper of the ancient trees,
He finds his soul’s sweet, tranquil ease.

The emerald canopy above, so grand,
Spreads like a lover’s gentle hand.
With every step on verdant ground,
He hears nature’s most enchanting sound.

The golden sun in skies so clear,
Paints his world with hues sincere.
He gazes at the rivers’ silver flow,
In their cool depths, his dreams do grow.

The mountains rise with timeless grace,
Their peaks adorned with winter’s lace.
He breathes the crisp and fragrant air,
Finding solace, free from care.

The moonlight bathes the world in glow,
Casting shadows soft and slow.
He wanders through the starlit night,
In nature’s arms, he feels the light.

The seasons turn with rhythmic charm,
Each leaf and bloom, a soothing balm.
He treasures every rustling leaf,
Every breeze, a cherished brief.

In nature’s symphony, his heart finds song,
In every wild expanse, he belongs.
A man whose love for earth shines bright,
In the embrace of nature’s light.