In the whispering grove where shadows play,
Beneath the arch of a sky so gray,
The forest hums with a secret song,
Ancient melodies, gentle and long.

Leaves of emerald, kissed by the sun,
Quiver and dance till the day is done,
Whispering tales of the ages gone,
In the language of dusk and dawn.

Rivers weave through the land like veins,
Echoing murmurs of autumn rains,
Their crystal currents, wild and free,
Carry the stories of earth to the sea.

Mountains stand with a timeless grace,
Silent keepers of nature's embrace,
Their peaks, where the eagles dare to soar,
Watch over valleys forevermore.

Meadows dressed in a floral gown,
Blush with colors as the sun dips down,
Petals open to the evening's sigh,
Beneath the canvas of the twilight sky.

In the stillness of the forest deep,
Where ancient secrets softly sleep,
The world is wrapped in a peaceful shroud,
Nature's hymn, neither loud nor proud.

The wind, a breath through the trees so tall,
Speaks to the heart with a tender call,
Inviting souls to find their place,
In the gentle rhythms of nature's grace.

So, let us walk through this verdant land,
With a reverent heart and an open hand,
To cherish the gifts that nature bestows,
In the quiet places where the wild grows.

Vipin Kumar