Whispers Of Earth

The morning wakes in golden hue,

With skies brushed soft in pastel blue,

A breeze that dances through the trees,

And sings with birds in melodies.

The river hums a silver song,

It winds and waltzes all day long,

Reflecting clouds like drifting dreams,

Among the stones and forest beams.

Each leaf,

a page of emerald light,

That flutters gently out of sight,

While sunbeams kiss the mountain crest,

And paint the valley into rest.

The flowers bloom in sweet ballet,

Their colors bright,

in grand display,

As bees and butterflies take flight,

A silent waltz in morning light.

Beneath the stars,

the world is still,

The moonlight drapes the quiet hill,

And all of nature,

wide and deep,

Slips into wonder,

soft with sleep

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