Whispers of The Wild

By Kiara Sanei

In the silence of the embrace of dawn.

Where the morning dew is left behind,

Nature stirs in a gentle retreat,

Breathing through fields and plains.

The forest sings green,

Among rustling leaves and scattered shadows.

Ancient trees as deep as a prophecy,

Their branches hold secrets a hundreds of years old.

Rivers spread through valleys,

The silver lines of the fading waves,

Their waters dance in the sunlight,

A waterway where dreams flow.

The mountains stand in unshakable grace,

Their heads are quiet, and their faces are covered with snow,

Sky expansion observers,

We get our chance in their glory.

The grass blossoms in the wild meadows,

Where the clouds hold more in the air,

Flies moving smoothly,

Beat the air with wings of light.

The stars can be seen on a still evening,

A bright and clear cosmic chorus,

Their ancient songs, gentle guides,

For the pupil of the evening tide.

Under the soft silver light of the moon.

In silence earth meets sky,

A peaceful world where hearts can rest,

We get the best from the arms of nature.

So listen to the wild people whispering,

In every forest, river, and field.

Nature’s glory is pure and true.

Nature's grace will rejuvenate you.

By Kiara Sanei