The whispering leaves tell tales of old,
As the morning sun paints the sky in gold.
The ancient oak, with arms stretched high,
Reaches for the clouds, embracing the sky.

The river hums a soothing tune,
Reflecting the glow of the silvery moon.
Stones below, they sing along,
Creating a harmony, nature’s song.

The daisies nod in the gentle breeze,
Sharing secrets with the swaying trees.
The wind, a dancer, moves with grace,
Leaving kisses on nature’s face.

The mountains stand as guardians tall,
Echoing whispers, heeding nature’s call.
Midnight stars blink and gleam,
As nature weaves a timeless dream.