Ode to Nature

In whispers soft, the ancient forest sighs,
Where sunlight spills through leaves like molten gold.
A field of green beneath the skies,
Unfolds a tale in shadows gently told.

The river's song, a liquid lullaby,
Dances through the vale where wildflowers dream.
Its melody in silver tones will never die,
With the dawn's first gentle beam, hope rises.

Beneath the beautiful reeds where time has learned to rest,
The whispers of the earth are softly known.
Each root and stone, touched by nature's kiss,

The breeze whispers secrets through the lush grass,
As creatures stir in morning’s soft welcome.
The sun, a golden ball of hope watching over the world.

Over the lively hills and quiet grasslands,
The willing wild shall never fade.
Each echoing call, a promise that it whispers,
A place where nature’s dreams are made.

In this sacred space, where heartbeats align.