The winds whispered secrets to the trees,
Their leaves swayed in joyous dance,
As if sharing ancient tales,
In a language only they could understand.
The river sang a soothing lullaby,
To the rocks that rested by its side,
Each ripple a gentle caress,
In an embrace that never dies.
The sun kissed the mountainsâ peaks,
Painting them with hues of gold,
A tender moment of affection,
As day and night exchanged their roles.
The moon bathed the world in silver light,
Guiding travelers through the night,
A silent guardian in the sky,
Watching over with a gentle eye.