In the hush of twilight, the trees begin to speak,
Their ancient whispers, secrets they keep.
Leaves rustle softly, a gentle symphony,
Nature’s orchestra, playing just for me.

The breeze joins in, with a melodious sigh,
Caressing the meadow, as it dances by.
Grass sways in rhythm, to the wind’s sweet tune,
Under the tender gaze of a silver moon.

Flowers bloom brightly, their colors a tale,
Painted by sunlight, in a meadowed vale.
They nod and they smile, in the warm embrace,
Of a new dawn’s light, on nature’s face.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of the land,
Watching over valleys, so grand and so grand.
Streams whisper secrets, as they flow with grace,
Every element of nature, in its rightful place.