In the gentle rustle of the morning breeze,
Where sunlight dances on the dew-kissed leaves,
A symphony of whispers begins to weave,
Nature’s poetry in every breath she breathes.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Shadows play and secrets softly seize,
The earth hums a melody in perfect ease,
A tranquil sonnet only the heart perceives.

Rivers carve their verses through the land,
Stones and pebbles write lines in the sand,
The sky paints clouds with a gentle hand,
Nature’s palette, vast and grand.

Among the flowers, colors vividly blend,
Petals whisper stories on the wind,
In this realm, where time seems to suspend,
The poetry of nature knows no end.