Whispers of the Earth

Beneath the sky, so vast and wide,

Where clouds like drifting whispers glide,

The earth hums softly, green and deep,

Where secrets of the old trees sleep.

A river threads through stone and sand,

Its voice a song, both fierce and grand,

Reflecting sunlight, gold and bright,

It dances with the winds’ delight.

The mountains rise with silent grace,

Their peaks like time in stoic embrace,

They watch the seasons come and go,

And cradle meadows dressed in snow.

In twilight’s hush, the stars ignite,

A thousand sparks in velvet night,

The moon drifts slow, a silver sail,

Guiding dreams where hearts prevail.

And in this world of endless hue,

Where morning spills with tender dew,

I walk alone yet feel complete,

Each heartbeat tracing nature’s beat.

The flowers sway, the shadows bend,

Each moment whispers, “begin again,”

A symphony of life unfolds,

In colors, warmth, and stories told.

The morning hums with amber light,

Spilling softly across the hills,

Where shadows curl like forgotten dreams,

And dew hangs heavy on the grass.

A bird arcs high, a feathered spark,

Cutting the blue with quiet fire,

Its song drifts through the hollow woods,

A thread of warmth that pulls me near.

I walk where paths forget themselves,

Where moss drinks the footprints of the past,

And every stone remembers rain,

Every leaf a whisper of time.

The wind carries scents of earth and pine,

Of smoke from distant chimneys,

Of oceans crashing on unseen shores,

Of moments lost and yet remembered.

Evening comes, a gentle thief,

Stealing color from the sky,

Turning gold to violet, silver, gray,

Yet leaving a hush that feels like home.

I sit beneath the patient trees,

And let the quiet fill my bones,

Feeling the pulse of unseen rivers,

The secret language of the earth.

All around, the world exhales,

And I, a single beating heart,

Am caught in the endless turning,

A shadow, a spark, a fleeting part.