Write by- Michelle Ortiz
In verdant realms where silence speaks,
Nature breathes in rhythms flows.
Each leaf a verse, each brook that leaks
A melody in ebb and flow.
The mountains stand like ancient minds,
Guardians of secrets old as time.
In their embrace, a wisdom finds
That life unfolds in cycles prime.
The sun spills gold on fields of green,
An artist painting life anew.
In every bloom and rustling sheen,
We glimpse the truths we often rue.
What is this dance of birth and decay?
A tapestry of joy entwined with pain?
In fleeting moments we find our way.
For every loss brings growth again.
The stars above are like distant thoughts,
Reflecting dreams both lost and found,
In nature’s heart our essence rots,
Yet from the earth we rise unbound.
So let us walk through woods profounds,
With open hearts to learn from grace.
For each whisper all around,
Lies nature’s call to seek our place.
