The air is filled with a sweet perfume, Where wildflowers dance in the sun’s warm loom. Mighty oaks stand proud like ancient kings, Sheltering whispers of the joy nature brings.
A brook babbles softly through the woods, Telling tales of life and of the spirits it holds. The rustle of leaves, the chirp of a bird, In this symphony of peace, there’s not a single word.
- Siddhartha Giggs