The crunch of gravel,
Dirt-paved roads,
Take me down your winding paths,
Up and down your gentle slopes,
Listening to your morning song.
The woodpecker's rhythmic drumming,
Blackbirds' cawing in the fray:
"Welcome back, old friend, partake in our symphony."
A burst of red and a dash of blue,
Bluejay and Cardinal join the view,
Fluttering from branch to branch,
Golden finches chirp, a yellow dance.
Butterflies in delicate flight,
Petals unfolding in the morning light,
A symphony of colors bright,
Nature's beauty in full sight.
Bees hum a gentle, soothing tune,
As flowers sway beneath the noon,
The fragrance sweet, the air so pure,
Mother Nature's allure.
An orchestra that never ends,
Nature's embrace, where life transcends.
