The brook descends through valleys deep, Reflecting skies, clear and wide, In its cool embrace, the creatures leap, The pulse of Earth—a gentle tide. A canopy of stars above, In twinkling lights, soft shadows play, And in the heart, there blooms a love, In nature’s warmth, we find our way. Each leaf that whispers in the breeze, Each flower that bends with grace, Unveils the beauty of what sees, In nature’s ever-embraced space.

• Elizabeth Barrett Browning