Whispers of the Earth

When dawn unbuttons the coat of night,
The sky spills gold in rivers of light.
Mountains stand like elders wise,
Holding secrets in their silent eyes.

The wind walks softly through the trees,
Speaking old prayers with restless ease.
Leaves applaud in emerald grace,
As sunlight kisses every face.

Rivers run with silver feet,
Singing songs both wild and sweet.
They carve their names through stone and land,
With patient heart and gentle hand.

The flowers bloom with fearless pride,
Painting joy on every side.
No crown they wear, no throne they claim,
Yet kings and queens would envy their fame.

The moon at night, a lantern pale,
Listens close to the owl’s tale.
Stars are scattered, bright and deep,
Like dreams the heavens chose to keep.

O nature—raw, eternal, free,
A mirror of what we should be.
Not rushed, not loud, not chained by gold,
But rooted strong, and bright, and bold.