Eternal Conversations with Nature

 In the hush of dawn, where whispers entwine,

A wanderer roams, seeking the divine.
With feet bare upon the soft, dewy grass,
He breathes in the world, as moments amass.

“Rivers, oh rivers, what secrets do you keep?
In your flowing embrace, do you ever weep?”
The river chuckles, a glimmer of light,
“I carry the stories of day and of night.

I’ve danced through the valleys, eroded the stone,
Witnessed lovers unite, and the lonely, alone.
Life flows like me, with ebbs and with tides,
Embrace every current; let go of your pride.”

The wanderer nods, feeling wisdom take hold,
He wanders deeper, where the forest is bold.
“Majestic old trees, with roots deep and wide,
In your silence, I sense that the world can confide.”

The trees murmur softly, their branches aglow,
“We’ve weathered the storms, and the sun’s fiery show.
In each ring lies a tale of both struggle and grace,
Resilience is found in the heart’s sacred space.

Love is like us, it can bend, but not break,
Nurtured with patience, for the giver’s own sake.
And loss, dear wanderer, is part of the song,
It teaches you strength; it’s where you belong.”

Enlightened and stirred, the wanderer treads on,
To the mountains that rise, where the echoes are drawn.
“O mighty mountains, with your peaks kissed by sky,
What truths can you share as the ages slip by?”

The mountains rumble, their voice deep and wide,
“Time is a river, and we are its guide.
We’ve stood through the ages, unyielding, so tall,
In shadows and sunlight, we’ve witnessed it all.

In love, seek the heights, the courage to soar,
But know in your heart, it’s the valleys you’ll adore.
For in every ascent, there’s a lesson of fall,
Embrace all of life; it’s a beautiful sprawl.”

The wanderer pauses, in the twilight’s embrace,
Feeling the warmth of each elemental face.
“Nature, dear nature, in your whispers so true,
You’ve opened my heart, and the skies seem more blue.

For life is a journey, a tapestry spun,
With threads of connection, where all can be one.
In loss, love, and laughter, your wisdom I’ll weave,
In eternal conversations, it’s you I believe.”

As night drapes its cloak, the stars gently gleam,
The wanderer smiles, cradling a dream.
For in every river, in each tree and stone,
He carries their stories, no longer alone.

And the whispers of nature will echo through time,
In the heart of the wanderer, a rhythm, a rhyme.
For every element teaches, with its own gentle sway,
That life’s richest lessons are found in the play.

So onward he journeys, through shadows and light,
With nature as compass, his spirit takes flight.
In the dance of existence, where all voices blend,
He learns that with nature, there’s always a friend.

-Khushi Kaul