Whispers of the Wild

Beneath the sky’s eternal hue,

Where sunlight drips like molten gold,

The rivers hum their silver tune,

And stories of the earth unfold.

The mountains rise in solemn grace,

Their peaks brushing clouds’ soft hem,

While forests sway in emerald waves,

A secret hymn, a sacred gem.

Petals stretch to morning’s kiss,

Dew like diamonds clings to green,

The wind carries forgotten songs,

Of places we have never seen.

Birdsong threads the cool, crisp air,

A tapestry of fleeting light,

And every shadow, leaf, and stone

Holds beauty in its quiet might.

O, wandering soul, pause and hear,

The world in whispers, soft yet true,

For nature’s heart beats endlessly,

And speaks in colors, wind, and dew.