The beauty of nature

 

Whispers drift through emerald trees,

Where sunlight dances on the breeze,

A river hums its silver song,

Carrying quiet dreams along.

Mountains rise in silent grace,

Clouds like brushstrokes softly trace,

The sky in hues of gold and blue,

A painted world forever new.

Petals bloom in colors bright,

Kissed by morning’s gentle light,

While twilight weaves a velvet seam,

Between the day and night’s soft dream.

In every leaf, in every sky,

In every bird that soars so high,

Nature speaks without a word—

And still, its voice is deeply heard.