Rain sings as it splashes earthy vines and dirt
The air moves as with our universe’s motion
She whispers her thoughts where secrets abide
Streams carve earth, singing to mountains where we find solace
As souls' yearn for a dreamer’s dream and truths of fairytales
Winter’s sublimity stires echoes of words and nature tells us her story
She is a silent preacher
She holds God’s magic within her tiny grasp
She is an eternal footprint among eternal galaxies
We are mere dots existing within her dominion
She carries us upon her nurturing sphere, dancing with moons and constellations
Her dance is eternal
God, her choreographer
Here, imagination climbs to her highest heights