There's a secret in the wild wind,
A hush in the blue of the sky,
A treasure hidden not in gold,
But in the way the world says hi.
Splash of water on the old shoreline,
Seagulls calling, drifting by,
Here, you can rest—just step outside,
Let your spirit learn to fly.
Lay your palms on ancient stumps,
Hear the chatter in the leaves,
Listen: trees are telling stories,
Passing secrets on the breeze.
Evening falls, the forest hums—
Roots and branches softly speak,
A language made of whispering green,
Of bark and moss, of creek.
Winter comes, and something stirs—
Bare skin tingling in the snow,
You run, unburdened, laughing loud,
Where only wild hearts go.
Angels form beneath your limbs,
Ice like diamonds on your skin,
Magic crackles in the air,
You let the world rush in.
Then thunder calls, the rain arrives,
You dash out, nearly bare,
Drops like kisses on your cheeks,
The earth is everywhere.
You dance, soaked through, a song of joy,
No tomorrow, just today,
You let the storm wash through your soul,
And all your worries fade away.
Here’s the truth: the world is wide,
But sometimes home is just a breeze,
A splash, a tree, a patch of sky,
The earth beneath your knees.
So run, so laugh, so speak with leaves,
Let new truths be your guide,
The greatest treasures we can find
Are waiting, just outside.
Oh how I wish. I could be there again.Nature
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