Whispers of the Wind

The mountains, they rise to the sky,
A sight that makes my heart fly.
They stand with strength and endless high,
And teach me to never be shy.

The trees, they whisper secrets wise,
A language that's hidden from our eyes.
They share their knowledge with such pride,
And invite me to join the ride.

The rivers, they flow with endless grace,
A force that can never be erased.
They carry life to every place,
And teach me to trust in the chase.

The clouds, they paint the sky with art,
A canvas that moves with every heart.
They show me how to play my part,
And remind me of the magic of the start.

I am the mountains, the trees, the rivers,
The clouds that dance with gentle shivers.
I am the stories that deliver,
And all the beauty that makes me quiver.

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