Whispering nature

Listen to the trees, whispering in the breeze,

Listen to the leaves, crunching under my feet.

See the world and everything in it,

Flowers blooming, animals searching.

Nature is calling.

Clouds float up ahead while the sun is still shining.

Savannah is calling me into the wild.

The smell of spring is in the air.

Blossoms are blooming, the air is warm.

Nature is calling.

It's like plants are whispering as I pass.

I sit down on the green grass and breathe in the air,

I look around at the earth and realise what we're doing.

Nature is calling!