In the realm where whispers turn to verse,
Words dance upon the breeze, unrehearsed,
Each syllable a note in nature’s song,
Carried by the wind, gentle yet strong.

The leaves rustle secrets of old,
Stories of love, courage, and gold,
Every flutter a stanza, a line,
In the endless anthology of time.

Mountains echo rhymes from afar,
Stars write sonnets in the dark,
The moon pens haikus in the night,
Illuminating the world with its light.

Hear the poetry in the rain’s kiss,
In the morning dew’s gentle bliss,
Let your soul be the quill, the ink,
For in nature’s verse, we all think.