Beneath the whispering trees, where soft winds play,
A balm for weary hearts begins its sway.
The golden sun spills warmth upon the ground,
In nature’s arms, a solace deep is found.
The murmuring brook, a song to soothe the soul,
Its crystal waters make the spirit whole.
The flowers bloom with colors bold and bright,
Restoring hope in every vibrant sight.
Oh, gentle earth, your healing touch we feel,
In your embrace, the broken start to heal.
Literary Latitude 