The wildflowers bloom in joyous array, Painting the fields in colors of play. Their fragrance drifts, a sweet ensnare, Inviting the heart to wander and dare.

The guardian trees stand tall and proud, Sheltering life beneath their shroud. A refuge found in nature’s care, In every rustle, a tranquil prayer.

With every sunset, the day departs, But in the darkness, the heart imparts, A love for the wild, untouched and real, In the essence of nature, my spirit heals.

• Juliusz Słowacki