Whispers Of The Wild

The morning wakes with golden light,

A gentle hush, a sky so bright.

The river hums a quiet tune,

Softly kissed by silver moon.

The mighty oak stands proud and tall,

Its branches dance, yet never fall.

A chorus sung by birds in flight,

Weaves melodies of pure delight.

The flowers bloom in painted hues,

Draped in drops of sparkling dews.

The wind, a whisper, cool and free,

Carries secrets from the sea.

Mountains rise with steadfast grace,

Carved by time, yet none erase.

The valleys stretch in emerald seas,

Where nature hums in harmony.

So pause, and breathe the fragrant air,

Feel the earth's embrace so fair.

For in its heart, both vast and wild,

Lies the soul of nature—free and mild.