Is nature not like a soft breeze?
That dances soft through ancient trees?
The golden light on mountain face,
A deer's swift grace and the song of a river.
Is nature not the morning dew,
The endless, hue-shifting sky?
A bloom that breaks the winter’s chain,
The silent hush before the rain.
It inhales waves and fields of flowers, The forest provides for every life.
It includes the sea, the stars, and the earth— A mirror of what we could be.
Is nature not our truest guide,
Alive in all, with none to hide?
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Afran Noor
Hi, I'm [AFRAN NOOR] — Whether it's personal growth, lifestyle, culture, or creative fiction, I write to spark thought, inspire connection, and share perspectives that resonate. Let’s explore life one word at a time.
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