Whispers of the wild

In fields of dreams, where wildflowers sway,Beneath the moon's soft, silver spray,Whispers weave through the midnight air,A tapestry of secrets rare.In valleys deep, where shadows play,And night creatures sing the hours away,Stars alight in the velvet sky,Guiding wanderers passing by.The river murmurs its timeless tale,Carving pathways through hill and dale,Each ripple a note in nature's song,Echoing the world's journey long.In the embrace of the ancient trees,Where whispers dance on the gentle breeze,Footsteps tread on paths untold,Stories of mysteries yet unfold.Oh, how nature paints the night,In hues of darkness, in hues of light,A symphony of life, of silent grace,In this enchanted, sacred space.Through realms of dreams and endless sky,Where wishes soar and spirits fly,In whispers soft and shadows deep,The secrets of the wild, they keep.So let us wander, let us roam,In search of truths, in search of home,For in the heart of nature's wild,Lies the essence of every child.In fields of dreams, we find our way,Beneath the moon's soft, silver sway,In whispers of the wild, we hear,The song of life, forever near.