Whispers of Nature

In fields where golden meadows glow,

The winds of time drift soft and slow.

The trees stand tall, in gentle grace,

Their shadows fall, a cool embrace.

The rivers run, a song so clear,

Their waters hum for those who hear.

The pebbles rest, their tales untold,

By waters bright and mountains old.

The stars at night, a distant choir,

A cosmic light, a boundless fire.

They twinkle down with quiet might,

In endless arcs of ancient light.

The flowers bloom, then fade away,

A lesson learned with each new day.

For every petal, soft and fair,

Life’s fleeting beauty lingers there.

The sun will rise, the moon will set,

Each dawn a chance we mustn’t forget.

The clouds may weep, the sky may clear,

And life moves on, year after year.

The forest speaks in rustling leaves,

A language only heart perceives.

In every branch, a story hides,

Of life and loss, the earth abides.

The creatures roam, both great and small,

Each one a part of nature’s call.

The fox, the deer, the soaring wren—

They live and dance beyond our ken.

The mountains rise with strength and pride,

Guardians of the earth so wide.

They weather storms, they greet the sun,

Their timeless watch will never be done.

The ocean waves, with gentle grace,

Leave salty kisses on earth's face.

Its depths unknown, a world so vast,

Where countless secrets lie, steadfast.

The wind, unseen, yet felt so near,

A wandering soul, a silent seer.

It weaves through grass, it stirs the sea,

A breath of life, wild and free.

The morning dew on petals rests,

A sparkling gift the night bequests.

Like diamonds glinting in the light,

They greet the dawn, pure and bright.

In hidden groves, the wildflowers grow,

With colors soft, a secret show.

They rise and fall with each new breeze,

Their beauty whispered through the trees.

The snowy peaks, the fields of green,

A thousand shades in nature’s scene.

From valley low to mountain crest,

The earth unfolds, forever blessed.

The evening sky, a painted hue,

With shades of purple, pink, and blue.

As day departs and night descends,

A silent peace the sunset sends.

The rain will fall, the thunder roar,

Yet life springs up from every pour.

The earth drinks deep, its thirst revived,

In every drop, new hopes contrived.

The seasons turn, as ages pass,

From winter’s chill to summer’s glass.

Each one a step in nature’s tune,

From budding spring to autumn’s moon.

The butterflies in silence flit,

On fragile wings, they dance and sit.

They teach us all to embrace change,

In colors bold and patterns strange.

The autumn leaves, a fiery blaze,

They light the woods in fleeting haze.

They fall to ground, in soft descent,

Their cycle closed, their beauty spent.

The lake, a mirror calm and wide,

Reflects the sky in gentle pride.

A tranquil sight, so pure and still,

Where earth and heaven seem to fill.

The bees that hum from bloom to bloom,

In fields of clover, they resume.

Their tiny wings, a buzzing song,

That speaks of work, where they belong.

The vines that climb, the roots that spread,

The life unseen, yet fully fed.

From soil dark to branches high,

They reach for sun, they touch the sky.

The ancient rocks, so firm and wise,

They’ve watched the ages with patient eyes.

With every crack, a tale unfolds,

Of storms they’ve weathered, battles bold.

And in the night, the crickets sing,

A lullaby that soft winds bring.

Their chorus rings beneath the stars,

A melody from near and far.

Nature’s way is wise and kind,

A soothing balm to restless mind.

In her embrace, we find our place,

A fragile thread in boundless space.