By JH Sayyar
O gentle Earth, adorned in green and gold,
Thy gentle winds and streams softly sing,
In thee, a thousand silent truths unfold,
Beauty blooms with every breath of spring.
The morning dew upon the meadow lies,
A mirror to the sun’s first golden glance
The mountains stand like watchful eyes,
Trees in wind perform their quiet dance.
Robin’s song, the scent of rain-kissed leaves,
The hush of dusk beneath a silver moon—
These gifts thou give to hearts those believe
In wonders lost, yet ever found too soon.
O Nature, purest muse of soul and art,
Thy voice still stirs the quiet human heart.
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