Beneath the sky’s soft silver glow,
Where quiet winds of evening blow,
The world unfolds in colors deep—
A place where trees and rivers sleep.
The mountains hum their ancient song,
The birds reply and drift along,
While golden fields in sunlight sway,
Guiding dawn toward brighter day.
A river writes in rippled lines,
Stories shaped by stones and pines;
Its murmurs teach the listening heart
How every ending sparks a start.
The forest breathes in gentle tune,
Its leaves like whispers to the moon;
And flowers bloom in hues untold,
Their petals dipped in morning gold.
Oh nature, vast and pure and free—
A timeless, tender symphony.
Within your peace, my spirit finds
A home beyond the noise of minds.
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