Whispers of Earth and Sky

Morning spills gold across the quiet sky,

A hush of light where silver seabirds fly.

Their wings like whispers brush the waking air,

Soft hymns of freedom drifting everywhere.

Beyond the dunes, the patient ocean gleams,

A mirror holding dawn’s unfinished dreams.

The tide inhales, exhales along the shore,

Its gentle pulse—a promise and a roar.

Far north, where winter wraps the earth in white,

Snowfall descends in feathers of pure light.

Each flake, a fragile star that softly lands,

And weaves cold lace across the waiting lands.

The forest stands in crystal silence deep,

While frosted pines their quiet vigil keep.

In hidden valleys, lakes like sapphires lie,

Reflecting wandering clouds and endless sky.

Mountains lean close to see their ancient face,

Time resting lightly in that mirrored grace.

A lone bird skims the water’s shining skin,

Tracing silver circles thin and thin.

At beaches bright with early morning glow,

Footprints bloom where timid shore winds blow.

The sun lifts slowly from the ocean’s seam,

A molten coin in heaven’s widening stream.

Shells glisten pink where gentle ripples break,

And seafoam braids the edges of the lake-like wake.

Oh, nature writes her verses without pen—

In flight of birds and hush of snowy glen,

In shining lakes and mornings kissed by breeze,

In restless tides and patient, ancient trees.

She sings in colors no two eyes can hold,

In blues too deep and dawns too bright with gold.

And in her beauty, wild and softly spun,

We find our scattered hearts made whole as one.