Whispers of the Earth

Morning comes in a golden glow,

with birds singing and a gentle breeze.

The mountains stand tall and quiet,

while rivers flow like beautiful music.

Every leaf tells a story in its green dress—

it's like the world is a poet's dream.

The trees, like wise old monks,

share secrets of storms and summers gone by.

Moonlight dances on the still lakes,

making them shimmer.

There’s a little bit of our own journey,

in every root and branch we see.

But now, the oceans are struggling to breathe,

their waves filled with trash.

The forests are mourning,

singing a sad song

while chainsaws buzz with greed.

The sky that used to be blue

now looks sickly from all the smoke—

progress has left a nasty mark.

Still, nature fights back with quiet strength.

You’ll find a dandelion pushing through

the cracks in the concrete.

Rain comes back, stars shine brightly,

and wolves continue to run in their packs.

Nature may bend, but it never breaks.

It heals and rises up again.

We’re her kids—

sometimes clueless and sometimes brave,

forgetting that we’re all connected.

No amount of money can replace

whatever nature gives us.

No conflict can defeat a heart

that thrives in green.

She gives us life, she keeps us whole—

she's the guardian of our souls.

So let’s write with care

and plant a tree with every poem we create.

Let our words blossom everywhere

and help heal the earth with love and patience.

In nature’s story, let’s find our place—

one chapter deep, one song full of hope.