A Conversation in Nature

Beneath the moon’s soft glow, the willow weeps As night embraces the silent meadow, painting a somber scene Branches swaying in mournful grace, a synchrony of sorrow Wind carrying whispers of love once lost and dreams long forgotten Supple limbs trembling in the breeze Dewdrops cascading tears in silver streams Slipping off the trailing leaves and into the brook below Drawing strength from ancient roots, resilient fingers gripping the earth

Under the tree’s draping canopy, the brook babbles and gurgles Humming a sweet lullaby, nature’s symphony of serenity Silver-scaled fish gliding through the stream Iridescent forms flickering and shimmering in the light Water bugs skittering across the surface like glimmering jewels Ripples like delicate brushstrokes painting the water’s tranquil surface Silver-tongued whispers flow in sparkling currents Gentle murmurs soothing the willow’s silent pain