My Mother Nature,

These green hills,
They call softly,
Whispers in the breeze,
A gentle song,
Birds sing.

Here, peace lives,
Under skies vast,
Clouds drift slowly,
Sunlight dances,
On leaves.

Moments freeze,
In this quiet,
Time pauses,
Nature breathes,
So deeply.

These green hills,
Hold secrets,
In each blade,
Of grass,
And stone.

Walk with me,
Through paths winding,
Feel the earth,
Underfoot firm,
Life blooms.

Yours truly,
A Dreamer