In the woods where shadows play,
Nature whispers in a magical way.
Leaves talk softly in the wind,
Secret stories the trees rescind.

The river's song, a gentle sound,
Nature sings as the sun goes down.
Stars twinkle, like a choir so fine,
Painting dreams in the night's design.

Mountains old, like wise old friends,
Tell stories that never end.
Flowers bloom in colors grand,
Making the earth look truly grand.

Nature whispers, gentle and kind,
Holding wisdom in every sign.
Sounds and sights all combine,
A connection that's pure and divine.
#WhisperingNature @Black_poet
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