The Call of Nature

When the sun caresses the hills, and the shadows stretch over the valleys, the world exhales a sigh, one that speaks through silence, a language that connects us all.

In every breeze a whisper of longing, a flight of wings playing tag with clouds, at the river’s edge, where thoughts find peace, a sanctuary beneath ancient trees, our souls kiss the earth.

So listen, dear friend, for nature never stops speaking, her tales rise in the morning fog, a poetry of the everyday, a reminder, that we are always welcome, within the cradle of her arms.

• Bertolt Brecht