Wild Echoes

In a land where rivers flow,
And gentle breezes gently blow,
A rhythm nature poet, I decree,
To write in tune with Earth's decree.

No stories, no plots or grand schemes,
Just verses painted with nature's themes.
From towering mountains to oceans wide,
In every corner, nature's guide.

I'll whisper of the morning dew,
And sing of skies that boast of blue.
With vivid words, I'll paint the dawn,
As golden sunlight adorns the lawn.

In meadows green, where flowers bloom,
I'll find enchantment, banishing gloom.
I'll celebrate the songs of birds,
Their melodies, sweeter than any words.

Through forests dense, I'll wander deep,
Where secrets ancient, silently keep.
I'll listen to the rustling leaves,
As nature's symphony softly weaves.

In harmony with nature's call,
My pen shall dance, my words enthrall.
Oh, rhythm nature poet, I shall be,
To capture nature's beauty, wild and free.