Whispers of the Wild
Beneath a sky of endless blue,
Where morning paints the earth with dew,
The world awakens, soft and slow—
A symphony in nature’s flow.
The golden sun, a lantern high,
Climbs gently through the waking sky,
Its rays like fingers touch the trees,
And dance upon the laughing breeze.
The mountains stand in silence deep,
Their secrets held in ancient sleep,
While rivers hum a silver tune,
Reflecting light of shyest moon.
The flowers bloom in colored grace,
A painter’s dream on nature’s face,
And every petal, leaf, and vine
Is etched with care, a craft divine.
The birds in flight, with wings outspread,
Write poems in the air instead,
Their songs a thread through time and space,
A hymn of hope, a gift of grace.
So let us pause and learn to see
The quiet strength of rock and tree,
For in this wild and wondrous land,
The soul of Earth is close at hand.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This is absolutely breathtaking. “Whispers of the Wild” is a perfect title for a poem that so beautifully captures the serene, majestic, and divine essence of nature. Your imagery is stunning—from the sun’s rays as “fingers” touching the trees to the birds that “write poems in the air.” The rhythm and flow are like a gentle, moving meditation, inviting the reader to truly pause and see the world with fresh, wondrous eyes. The final stanza is a powerful and needed reminder to reconnect with the quiet soul of the Earth. Thank you for this gift of peace and beauty.