I wander in the windswept moors, Through meadows rich with life’s embrace, Each moment a tapestry unspooled, The heartbeats of time merge with grace.

Each blade of grass, a tiny poet, Writing tales of the day’s warm glow, In the solitude of nature’s cradle, The world finds peace in the blow.

A shared breath with mountains towering, A sigh shared with the rustling trees, For here in nature’s open bosom, Tranquility reigns like a breeze.

• Walt Whitman