the wind hums in ancient tongue
the mountains breathe through quiet strength
branches bow not in surrender but grace
each leaf a story etched in green
the rivers carve songs into the earth
their hands weaving silk over stone
even the smallest pebble carries wisdom
its journey written in silent patience
the sky blooms with colors unspoken
a canvas kissed by fading light
clouds drift like untold dreams away
whispers of the infinite held within
in nature, wonder finds its home
every piece a thread of the whole
to witness it is to dissolve softly
returning to the fabric of marvel
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gray0328 (
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Comments1
Beautifully written Gray this peace paints wonderful pictures and is well worded to convey settings familiar but never traveled. Yes all nature contains its story and way. Lovely
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