Whispers of the Wild

15 Dec 2025

At dawn the meadow hums with gentle light,

Each blade and blossom greets the newborn light;

Soft winds compose a hush that sets hearts free,

And carries ancient peace from sea to sea.

A river threads the wood with silver song,

It murmurs where the mossy stones belong;

Beneath the bow of oak the shadows play,

And time, like floating leaves, drifts slow away.

The sky at dusk unfolds a violet seam,

Stars stitch the hush into a distant dream;

Night cradles all with hush and tender art,

And Nature keeps its covenant with the heart.