In the rustling leaves, a whisper flows,
Echoes of poets, where the wild rose grows.
Words that dance with the gentle breeze,
Capturing nature’s intricate ease.

Through verdant valleys and towering pines,
Their verses blend with nature’s lines.
Streams of thought in rivers’ course,
Binding hearts to earth’s true source.

The moonlight’s glow on a tranquil lake,
Reflects the dreams that poets make.
Stars above in a silent night,
Inspire lines of pure delight.

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s grace,
Nature’s beauty they embrace.
Their timeless words, a gift to all,
In nature’s splendor, we stand tall.