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I am but another soul in awe of Nature, our Mother,
She feeds us, shelters us, protects us like no other.
Here I stand in the meadows with a flower over my head,
This flower I value over riches, jewels, and gold as I lay down on my bed.

The whispers of the wind sing a lullaby so sweet,
While the grass beneath my body forms a gentle, earthy sheet.
The stars above are diamonds, scattered across the night,
Each one a testament to Nature’s boundless light.

The moon, a guardian lantern, casts shadows soft and kind,
Illuminating secrets that in daylight we might find.
The symphony of crickets, the hoot of an owl near,
All remind me that in Nature, there’s nothing to fear.

The trees, the ancient giants, with branches raised to the sky,
Stand as silent sentinels, watching years go by.
Their roots dig deep to anchor, to hold the earth so tight,
A mirror of our own lives, in darkness and in light.

The river’s gentle murmur, a hymn of life’s embrace,
Its waters carve through mountains, leaving not a trace.
It tells a tale of patience, of persistence and of grace,
A lesson for us all, in its ceaseless, endless chase.

The dawn brings hues of amber, a promise of the day,
With Nature’s hand upon us, we’re guided on our way.
Each petal, leaf, and dewdrop, a marvel to behold,
A story written in the stars, in sunsets’ red and gold.

So, as I lie in meadows, with a flower by my side,
I feel a part of something vast, where soul and earth collide.
In the arms of Mother Nature, I find a peaceful rest,
Knowing in her gentle care, we’re infinitely blessed.

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