In the heart of a tiny meadow,
Where sunbeams gently kiss the leaves,
Nature whispers in soft echoes,
Of secrets only it perceives.

Petals dance in the morning dew,
Light as feathers, soft and bright,
Each one telling a story true,
Of endless days and starry nights.

Gentle breezes weave through grasses,
Singing songs of peace and grace,
In this world where time passes,
Slowly, in a tranquil pace.

Here in this small, sacred space,
Life’s simple beauty is revealed,
An untouched, serene embrace,
Where all wounds can be healed.