#WhisperingNature


Beneath the cerulean sky's expanse I stand,
Nature's canvas stretched across the land.
I close my eyes and take a breath so deep,
To taste the scents that in the air do creep.

The earthy aroma rises from the ground,
As dew-kissed petals release fragrances unbound.
A symphony of flowers, each note unique,
A sensory dance where scents softly speak.

Beneath my fingertips, the roughness of bark,
A tactile connection, leaving a mark.
I trace the lines of a weathered stone,
History's story, nature's patience shown.

The sun's warm touch upon my skin,
A gentle kiss from where life begins.
The touch of a breeze, a lover's embrace,
Nature's caress, an eternal grace.

With open eyes, I see colors ablaze,
A painter's palette in nature's maze.
Vivid greens and blossoms so bright,
A feast for the eyes, a wondrous sight.

Nature's symphony in five-fold grace,
A sensory journey, a sacred embrace.
From forest depths to starlit skies,
Nature's whispers never need disguise.

Eternal truths in quiet's art,
A whispered connection, heart to heart.
Through touch, taste, scent, sight, and sound,
In nature's realm, I am truly found.


© Quiet Winter