Whispers of the Meadows

In the quiet of the meadow's hush — A lone bee's hum, a soft-winged brush. Amidst the grass, where breezes play, Nature weaves its quiet ballet. A daisy nods in the morning air, A sunlit secret, sweet and rare. The world in miniature, a serene trust, Nature's whispers, gentle and just. A sparrow trills its simple tune, Underneath the watchful moon. In twilight's grace, the meadow's gleam, A quiet world, a tranquil dream. Silent footfalls on the dew-kissed ground, Nature's lullaby, a soft surround. The meadow's heart, a whispered song, In the hallowed quiet, we belong.