The golden fields sway with the whispering breeze, Chasing the shadows of ancient trees. Each grain a heartbeat, each stalk a sigh, In the dance of the Earth, I learn how to fly.
Butterflies flit on a sunlit quest, In vibrant colors, nature’s artists dressed. Their delicate wings tell of life’s fleeting grace, In the beauty of moments, I find my place.
- Siddhartha Giggs