Wind whispers softly,
Rustling leaves, it tells,
Stories both old and new,
Legends, truths, and secrets, too.
One lonely tree,
Stands guard alone,
Watching time go by,
With secrets of its own.
Sky like a painting,
Full of colors bright,
Morning and evening,
Frozen moments of light.
We’re just tiny dots,
In a big, big world,
Like little grains of sand,
In the universe unfurled.
Above, the starry blanket,
Glimmers, shines, and winks,
Sharing secrets with the moon,
As the night sky softly sinks.
