Powder pink clouds in the sky,
Whisper to me as they pass by,
Telling tales of dreams and wonder,
Of mystical lands, and sights to ponder.
Foraging in the ferns below,
A world of secrets they bestow,
As tiny creatures scurry and play,
Hidden from the light of day.
This is something I will never apologise for,
My love of nature, I can't ignore,
For it brings peace to my soul,
And fills my heart with joy untold.
In my mind, I am running through a meadow,
A place where my spirit can truly grow,
Where the sun shines bright, and the breeze is warm,
And the world is free from harm.
Today, I will water this thought,
And let it blossom as it ought,
For the beauty of this world is vast,
And its wonders will forever last.
