When Nature Wants To Lift a Man

In nature's gentle hands, a man is lifted high,

Beneath the open sky, where eagles freely fly.

The earth, with ancient wisdom, whispers secrets sweet,

As rivers sing their songs, in harmony complete.

Through forests deep, where sunlight dances free,

The man finds solace there, in nature's melody.

Mountains stand as guardians, majestic and grand,

Their peaks touch heaven's face, in a timeless band.

The breeze, a gentle touch, caresses weary brow,

Carrying scents of flowers, in a fragrant vow.

Each leaf, a whispered prayer, in rustling embrace,

Telling tales of ages past, in nature's grace.

Stars above, like diamonds, in a velvet sea,

Guide the man's journey, to where he longs to be.

Moonlight paints a path, on the silent ground,

Nature's gentle touch, in every sight and sound.

In nature's arms, a man finds peace and light,

A soul renewed, in the embrace of day and night.

For when nature wants to lift a man, it does so with ease,

In every leaf, in every breeze, in every breath that frees.