In whispers soft, as nature sings,
Her melodic voice, a gentle breeze.
She weaves through meadows, forests wide,
A symphony of life, nature's pride.

The rustling leaves, a tender touch,
As secrets whispered, they share so much.
Dancing with freedom, each blade of grass,
They whisper tales of lives that pass.

A babbling brook, a whispered flow,
Its murmurs hushed, yet somehow...