Whispers of the Earth

In fields of green where wildflowers grow, A gentle breeze begins to blow. The forest hums a lullaby, While painted clouds drift slowly by. The river flows, a silver thread, Through valleys deep and mountain beds. Its laughter mingles with the trees, And carries secrets on the breeze. Sunlight dapples leaf and vine, In golden hues so pure, divine. A tapestry of life unfurls, In colors rare, like precious pearls. The mountains stand in silent grace, Their peaks against the sky’s embrace. Each stone and hill, a story old, Of sunlit days and nights so cold. Nature’s beauty, vast and wide, With wonders waiting, side by side. In every breath, a quiet plea: To cherish her, and let her be.