Whispers of the Earth

In the quiet dawn, the earth awakes,

With dewdrops on leaves, and mirrored lakes.

A gentle breeze through the forest weaves,

Whispering secrets to rustling leaves.

The mountains stand, so proud and tall,

Guardians of the world, witnessing all.

Their snowy peaks touch the sky,

Where eagles soar and spirits fly.

The rivers dance with a gleaming light,

Reflecting the moon in the silent night.

Through valleys green, they carve their way,

Singing a song of night and day.

Flowers bloom with colors bright,

Painting the world in pure delight.

Their fragrance lingers in the air,

A sweet reminder of nature’s care.

In every stone, in every tree,

Lives a story, wild and free.

Nature speaks, if we choose to hear,

A language of love, both loud and clear.