In the quietude of dawn, nature speaks,
A language only the soul can comprehend.
Whispering winds through the ancient trees,
Tell tales of a world that never ends.

The morning dew on emerald blades,
Mirrors the freshness of a new day’s birth.
As birds sing hymns in the golden rays,
We find poetry in every corner of the earth.

Rivers dance in rhythmic flow,
Their melodies echo through the hills.
Each ripple a verse, each wave a line,
Composing symphonies that nature fulfills.

In solitude, we walk the path,
Guided by the essence of the wild.
With Mary Oliver’s words, we find our way,
Embracing the wonder, forever beguiled.