Whispers of the Wild

In the heart of the forest, where whispers take flight,

Ancient trees reach for stars in the soft velvet night.

Their roots weave a story, of earth’s tender care,

While breezes sing secrets through crisp, fragrant air.

The river’s bright laughter, it dances with glee,

Carving paths through the valleys, unbound, wild, and free.

Moss cushions the stones, where the small creatures roam,

In the shade of the mountains, their eternal home.

The dawn paints the sky with a blush soft and kind,

Nature’s heartbeat, a rhythm no soul leaves behind.

From the wings of the sparrow to petals that fall,

She cradles existence, her love binds us all.

In meadows of color, where wildflowers sway,

Time slows to a hush, as the world fades away.

The sun warms the earth, with a golden embrace,

Each leaf, every blade, holds a delicate grace.

Oh, nature, sweet mother, your beauty profound,

In your arms, every heart finds its home, safe and sound.

Your cycles, unbroken, through seasons they spin,

A poem of life, where all stories begin.