Whispers of the Earth

The dawn unfurls its silken, misty veil,

Where sun-kissed dew on spiderwebs does gleam.

A silent symphony, a gentle trail,

Of waking earth, a forgotten dream.

From ancient roots that grip the stubborn stone,

To mountain peaks that pierce the azure sky,

A river's song, a ceaseless, flowing moan,

Reflects the clouds that softly wander by.

Within the moss, a universe unfolds,

Of tiny wings and emerald, velvet deep.

Each fragile bloom a secret story holds,

While hidden creatures from their slumber creep.

The autumn's fiery kiss, the winter's hush,

Spring's tender green, the summer's golden heat.

A cosmic dance, a vibrant, living rush,

Where life and death in harmony do meet.

And in this vast, untamed, majestic grace,

The human heart finds solace, wild and free.

A sacred mirror, time and endless space,

Reflecting all that we are meant to be.