In the gentle embrace of dawn’s first light,
Words of nature’s beauty softly take flight.
Poets capture the symphony of the breeze,
As it dances through the whispering trees.

The quiet rustle of leaves under moon’s glow,
Becomes a tapestry where their verses flow.
In every ripple of the tranquil stream,
They weave dreams with nature’s serene theme.

Mountains stand tall, cloaked in misty shrouds,
Their grandeur penned by poets amidst the clouds.
Each peak a metaphor, each valley a rhyme,
Timeless as the earth, enduring through time.

With every sunset painting skies aflame,
They write of nature, forever the same.
In the heart of poets, nature’s voice sings,
A melody eternal, with countless wings.