Natural Shared Secrets

In a realm where nature's whispers weave,

A secret language, plants conceive.

Leaves rustle in the gentle breeze,

A tale unfolds, told by the trees.

Beneath the verdant canopy,

A world unseen, a mystery.

In the quiet of the wooded glade,

Conversations in the silence laid.

The flowers bloom with colors bright,

Their petals whispering in the light.

Soft voices carried on the air,

A secret shared, beyond compare.

The wise old oak with branches wide,

Shares tales of time with quiet pride.

Roots that delve into the earth,

Speak of life, of death, of rebirth.

The ferns that dance in dappled shade,

Reveal the secrets of the glade.

With voices soft, they gently sway,

Inviting humans to come and stay.

Moss-covered stones in hushed repose,

Tell stories that the forest knows.

Of ancient times, of realms unseen,

A tapestry where life convenes.

In the garden, roses speak,

Their language tender, pure, and meek.

Thorns may prick, but whispers sweet,

Tell of love, in petals fleet.

As the sunlight filters through,

The plants converse, a verdant crew.

A symphony of nature's voice,

Inviting humans to rejoice.

If only we could lend an ear,

To the whispers that are near.

In the quiet of the natural bower,

A dialogue between plant and flower.

Oh, what tales the trees would share,

If humans paused and chose to care.

A language ancient, wise, and deep,

Where secrets in the soil sleep.

So next time in a garden stroll,

Listen closely, heart and soul.

For in the rustle of the leaves,

A conversation that believes.

Plants may talk in gentle tones,

To those who seek, with open zones.

A harmony of life profound,

Where nature's voice is soft, yet bound.