Nature's Mirror, Our Inner Self

The ancient oak, a weathered soul, Embraces winds, a silent stroll. Its gnarled hands, a testament to time, Whispering secrets, a timeless rhyme. The brook, a silver thread, meanders slow, Reflecting skies, a gentle flow. Carrying dreams on its rippling breast, Whispering secrets, putting souls to rest. The mountain peaks, a crown of snow, Guardians silent, where secrets grow. A tapestry of green, a vibrant hue, Where life unfolds, and spirits renew. The sun, a golden eye, a watchful gaze, Awakening shadows, in a warm embrace. Nourishing life, with gentle hand, A timeless rhythm, across the land. For in nature's embrace, we find our peace, A solace deep, where troubles cease. A mirror held, reflecting our own soul, A story whispered, making us whole ©bfa022425