In the whispering wind, a song begins to play,
A gentle lullaby at the close of day.
Leaves rustle softly, a harmonious embrace,
Nature’s own symphony, full of grace.

The brook babbles on with a joyful tune,
Reflecting the silver glow of the moon.
Crickets join in with their nightly refrain,
Composing a chorus in the gentle rain.

Mountains stand tall, echoing the call,
Their silent strength felt, majestic and tall.
The rustling grass sways with the breeze,
A rhythmic waltz beneath the trees.

Stars twinkle above, like notes in the sky,
Guiding the night with a lullaby.
In nature’s rhyme, peace we find,
In its gentle rhythm, hearts unwind.