The sky is painted with hues of gold
As sunset falls, the day grows old
The trees stand tall, their leaves rustling free
A gentle breeze whispers secrets to me
The river flows, a winding stream
Reflecting sunbeams, a shimmering dream
The mountains rise, a majestic sight
Touching the sky, in all their might
The forest floor, a carpet soft and deep
A haven for creatures, in quiet sleep
The trees, a chorus, singing in harmony
A symphony of nature, wild and free
The wind whispers secrets, of ages past
Of stories told, of memories that last
The earth, a mother, nurturing and kind
Giving life, and taking it back in time
Let’s cherish nature, and all its might
For it’s our home, our haven, our delight
Let’s protect it, with all our might
For a brighter future, a better sight.
October 18, 2025 – (G.W.R.)
