Whispers of the Earth

In quiet woods where shadows dance,

The earth breathes life, a timeless trance.

A thousand voices, soft yet clear,

Speak to the heart for those who hear.

The rivers hum a gentle tune,

The hills sing songs beneath the moon.

Each petal, leaf, and blade of grass,

A fragile hymn the ages pass.

The ocean roars, the mountains sigh,

A chorus vast beneath the sky.

And in its depths, a sacred art—

The beating of the world’s own heart.

Oh, fleeting man, you tread so small,

Yet part you are of nature’s call.

Its whispers shape the soul’s refrain,

A bond of joy, of love, of pain.

Remember well, this earth you trod,

For here, you walk the breath of God.