Upon the sphere where oceans meet the sky, A gentle curve that holds the world in grace. Each dawn and…
In the gentle dance of leaves, we hear The whispers of the Earth, so dear A call to cherish, to…
In the breath of the morning breeze, a whisper calls, Echoes of the forest, rustling through ancient halls. The oceans…
In the whisper of the ancient trees, A story unfolds in the breeze, Soft murmurs of the rustling leaves, Echo…
In fields where whispers breathe the lore, Heaney’s pen dances, rich and pure, With spade and word, he tills the…
The sun rises on a weary land, Where whispers of the wind tell tales Of forests lost and rivers tamed,…
Beneath the azure skies, a whispering plea, The Earth, our home, calls out to thee. Glaciers weep, their tears unseen,…
In the breath of morning light, we rise, Bathed in the whispers of the ancient trees, Their leaves rustling tales…
In the still of the night, shadows grow bold, They dance with a grace, a story untold. The moon whispers…
Mother Earth, a symphony of grace, Her whispers in the winds embrace, Mountains standing tall with pride, Oceans deep and…