In the quiet morn where the dew-kissed grass lies,
I wander the fields ‘neath the endless blue skies.
With each gentle breeze, I can hear nature’s song,
A melody sweet, where my heart feels it belongs.

The whispering woods call, with their secrets untold,
Ancient trees standing tall, their stories unfold.
A carpet of petals in colors so bright,
Dancing with joy in the soft golden light.

The mountains look down with their majesty grand,
Guardians of silence, where time seems to stand.
The rivers rush by, with laughter and cheer,
A symphony sung, that only the wild can hear.

I cherish the seasons—each breath of the earth,
From spring’s blooming flowers to winter’s soft girth.
The rustle of leaves in the autumn’s embrace,
Tells tales of transformation, of nature’s grace.

With every sunrise painting the skies anew,
I find a reflection of dreams bright and true.
For in every petal, each creature, each tree,
Lies the essence of life, and it’s calling to me.

So here I stand, with my heart open wide,
A lover of nature, with nothing to hide.
In her arms, I find solace, a peace like no other,
Forever inspired, for I’m a nature lover.

Zahra Shah
Oct 1.2024