Whispers of the Earth

The wind hums low through ancient trees, their branches tracing stories in the sky. A river murmurs secrets to the stones, its cool hands carving paths with time. Sunlight scatters on trembling leaves, each shimmer a fleeting moment of gold. Petals unfold with gentle grace, answering morning’s soft call. Beneath it all, roots entwine unseen, holding the earth in a patient embrace. And we, small wanderers in this vast green world, pause to listen— and remember we belong.

The poem written by Huzaifa Writer...