Beneath the canopy where shadows play,
Poets find their muse in nature’s sway.
Leaves rustle softly, a gentle song,
In every whisper, they belong.
Mountains rise with tales untold,
Rivers weave stories, pure and bold.
With every sunset’s golden hue,
They pen the world anew.
Flowers bloom in verses bright,
Stars become their guiding light.
Each season’s change, a new refrain,
In their words, the wild remains.
From frost-kissed fields to ocean’s roar,
Nature’s beauty, they explore.
Through their eyes, we see the earth,
In every poem, a universe of worth.