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Inspired by Rabindranath Tagore
The morning sun comes through the trees, π³
Softly it falls upon the breeze π€οΈ.
The flowers wake with smiles so shy πΈ,
And open petals to the sky βοΈ.
The sky is blue, the clouds so white βοΈ,
The birds are dancing in the light ποΈ.
Each leaf that moves, each branch that sways π,
Whispers a song of quiet praise πΆ.
The stream flows on with silver feet π§,
It hums a tune so calm, so sweet π΅.
It does not ask, it does not wait,
It flows along its chosen fate π.
A blade of grass, a drop of rain πΎπ§οΈ,
Can wash away my deepest pain π.
They do not speak, yet still they show
The peace that silent hearts can know ποΈ.
The wind goes running through the wheat π¬οΈ,
It sings a song both wild and sweet πΎ.
It touches faces, warms the land π»,
And holds the earth in gentle hand π.
I walk alone, but not in fear πΆ,
For all of nature walks so near πΏ.
It holds my soul, it lifts my mind βοΈ,
And leaves all sorrow far behind π.
O Nature, dear, so full of grace π·,
You wear Godβs smile upon your face β¨.
In every flower, every tree π³πΊ,
I hear a song that sets me free πΌ.
Let me not live in noise and rush π,
But in your calm and tender hush π€«.
Where every leaf and bird and star πποΈβ
Shows me how near the heavens ar
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