Whispers of the Wild

Whispers of the Wild ‎ ‎Where Earth Sings and Skies Listen ‎ ‎Beneath the boughs where silence dwells, ‎The forest hums in secret spells. ‎Leaves converse in rustling rhyme, ‎A language older than all time. ‎ ‎The sun spills gold on waking trees, ‎And dances soft with every breeze. ‎Each petal holds the dawn's first light, ‎A quiet spark in morning’s flight. ‎ ‎The river writes in liquid song, ‎A melody that flows so long— ‎It sings of mountains, stars, and rain, ‎Of roots that reach through joy and pain. ‎ ‎The sky bends low to kiss the land, ‎With clouds that drift like painter’s hand. ‎The winds, like whispers, gently guide, ‎The soul to peace, the heart to pride. ‎ ‎Here, nothing rushes, all is wise, ‎The earth reflects in open skies. ‎And in this stillness, we become— ‎A part of all, yet bound to none. ‎ ‎So breathe it in—this wild, this grace, ‎The beating heart of every place. ‎For nature calls in tones so true, ‎And all it asks… is "Be here too."