The sky unravels threads of silver light,
as nature wakes the shadows of night.
A screech here, a chirp there, breaks the warmth of the gentle air.
A calm night drifts away, free from all care.

The forest breathes in shades of quiet green,
A world untouched, where time moves slow, unseen.
Leaves dance gently in the open air,
While silence hums a song beyond compare.
Roots hold secrets buried deep in time,
While rivers carve their slow, endless rhyme.
The scatter of leaves rustling through,
Echoing stories old yet true.
By Sia Agarwal ©
