The hope found in nature

In the quiet of the dawn’s first light,

Where dew-kissed leaves and branches sway,

Nature whispers in colors bright,

Of hope that blooms in each new day.

The river sings with soft refrain,

A melody of peace and grace,

Through valleys deep, across the plain,

It finds its way, a steady pace.

The mountains, tall with ancient might,

Stand firm against the storms that blow,

Their peaks reach toward the endless height,

A silent promise, through the snow.

Beneath the sky’s wide, endless dome,

A bird takes flight, unbound, unchained,

Its wings are free, it knows no home,

Yet in its flight, all fear is waned.

The trees, though seasons come and go,

Hold firm their roots, and spread their leaves,

A testament to life below,

In every breeze, in every eve.

For in the earth, the sky, the sea,

In every flower, every stone,

There lies a truth for all to see—

We’re never truly left alone.

In nature’s arms, we find our way,

And hope is born in every day.