Whispers of Nature

The wind runs fingers through the trees,
A whispered song upon the breeze,
Where rivers stitch the earth and sky,
And golden sun lets daylight lie.

Mountains stand in patient grace,
Time carved gently on their face,
While meadows stretch in quiet green,
A living dream that breathes unseen.

The rain arrives with softened sound,
To wake the sleeping, thirsty ground,
And every drop that falls and fades
Becomes the life the world remade.

In nature’s hush, so pure, so wide,
We find the truth we try to hide
That all we are, and all we’ll be,
Is rooted in this living sea.