In the gentle embrace of the morning mist,
Where dewdrops dance on leaves of green,
A symphony of whispers begins to unfold,
Natureâs voice, serene and unseen.
The towering trees sway with grace,
To the rhythm of the softest breeze,
Their branches reaching towards the sky,
In a timeless dance that never ceases.
The babbling brook sings its lullabies,
To the stones and soil it gently caresses,
A melody of life in every ripple,
Of stories untold, of dreams and wishes.
Beneath the canopy of endless wonder,
Where Wordsworth found his muse divine,
The heart of nature beats in harmony,
A sacred bond, eternally intertwined.