Nature's Silent Gospel

Nature breathes a sacred light, Making all things clear and whole. A silent flower opens its heart, And heaven whispers to the soul. A drop of dew on roofless grass Holds the morning for a while; Then melts into the waiting dawn, Leaving the earth with a quiet smile. The wind writes scriptures on the leaves, The river sings an ancient hymn. Each stone conceals a universe, Though human eyes may overlook it. I walk barefoot upon the earth; The soil remembers every name. The trees ask nothing in return, Yet shelter all without acclaim. I breathe, and the forest breathes with me; My restless heart grows still and clear. A bird's small song restores the hope No human voice could draw so near. So let me live like roofless grass, Open to every gift above. For when the soul becomes one with nature, The world is healed by silent love. Nature and the heart are one— Forever joined in truth and love.