Nature

The sun wakes up the sleepy sky With strokes of gold and red, And whispers through the rustling leaves Where gentle breezes tread. The river hums a silver tune, It dances over stone, As birds compose their morning songs In voices all their own. The flowers sway in quiet joy, In colors bright and free, As if they hold a secret smile Shared with every tree. The world feels soft and full of light, No rush, no need to roam— For in the arms of nature’s peace, The heart has found its home.....