The Heart Of Mother Nature

By Ayushi Raghuvanshi

She whispers through the rustling leaves,

A timeless song the soul receives.

Her breath is carried on the breeze,

A symphony among the trees.

Her hands are rivers, cool and wide,

That carve the earth with gentle pride.

Her tears, the rain, bring life anew,

A gift she gives to me and you.

Mountains rise, her steadfast bones,

Valleys cradle her whispered tones.

Fields of gold and oceans deep,

Her secrets in their silence keep.

She nurtures all, yet bears the scars

Of restless hands and wars of stars.

Her heart, so vast, endures our greed,

Still she answers every need.

The sun her smile, the moon her gaze,

A loving touch through all our days.

We are her children, bound by grace,

Yet often blind to her embrace.

O Mother Nature, fierce and kind,

In you, the threads of life unwind.

May we protect your boundless worth,

For you are the soul of this fragile earth.

By Ayushi Raghuvanshi