Whispers of the Wild
Beneath the sky's eternal dome,
Where winds and rivers freely roam,
The earth unfolds her painted art—
A masterpiece to stir the heart.
The morning sings in golden light,
As dew-kissed leaves reflect the bright
The first breath of the day, so soft, so vast—
A promise in the morning tide.
The trees, they stand like ancient guards,
With branches etched in living shards,
Their emerald crowns sway soft and slow,
In rhythms, only nature knows.
A meadow blooms in bursts of flame,
With flowers, no two are quite the same.
Bees hum like tiny lullabies,
And dance beneath the endless skies.
The mountains rise with quiet pride,
Their silent strength no need to hide.
Snow crowns their peaks with ghostly grace—
The sky’s reflection on their face.
The oceans speak in salted tones,
In crashing waves and whispered moans,
While moonlight paints the restless sea
With silver brushstrokes wild and free.
Oh, nature sings in every sound—
In rustling leaf and fox’s bound,
In starry hush and thunder’s call,
A voice that gently cradles all.
So pause a while, let stillness grow,
Let wildness in your spirit flow.
The beauty of the world is near—
Alive in every breath you hear.
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