Whispers of the Earth

The wind hums low through ancient trees,
their branches tracing stories in the sky.
A river murmurs secrets to the stones,
its cool hands carving paths with time.

Sunlight scatters on trembling leaves,
each shimmer a fleeting moment of gold.
Petals unfold with gentle grace,
answering morning’s soft call.

Beneath it all, roots entwine unseen,
holding the earth in a patient embrace.
And we, small wanderers in this vast green world,
pause to listen—
and remember we belong.

The poem written by Huzaifa Writer...