The world unfolds, a canvas vast and wide,
Where silence speaks, and mysteries hide.
In forests deep, where green never ends,
Sunlight filters, and ancient time bends.
Towering trees reach high and free,
Their leaves a language we seldom see.
Shadows drift where the mosses grow,
And the earth remembers all we know.
A rabbit stirs beneath the fern,
A fleeting pulse in nature’s turn.
Its heart beats fast, its senses keen,
Part of the rhythm, quiet, unseen.
He pauses where the breezes slide,
Among the trees where secrets hide.
One small life, alert and still,
Alive within the forest’s will.
Above, a vulture circles high,
A shadow cast upon the sky.
He rides the wind in sweeping grace,
The silent ruler of this place.
No cry he makes, no song he sings,
But wisdom lives within his wings.
Through golden fields, beneath the light,
He glides between the day and night.
Grasses sway, the world is hushed,
The heat of noon, the quiet crushed.
Each stalk leans as if to pray,
To winds that steal the breath away.
Below the waves, another world,
Where colors bloom and life’s unfurled.
A coral reef, a jeweled breath,
A cradle rich with birth and death.
A fish slips by, brown scales agleam,
A flicker lost within a dream.
He dances through the shifting blue,
Where light and shadow blend in two.
Among the rocks and living stone,
He weaves a path, unseen, alone.
The water pulls, the currents guide,
To deeper places dreams reside.
The river winds from mountain cold,
Through valleys rich and stories old.
It carves a song through root and rain,
A timeless hymn of loss and gain.
The fish obeys the ancient call,
To reach the ocean’s endless sprawl.
Where rivers end, the sea begins,
A threshold crossed by silver fins.
In open blue, where no walls rise,
A thousand lives beneath the skies.
They swim as one, a living stream,
Bound together in the dream.
No borders keep them in their lane,
No fences rise across the plain.
They drift and dance, and never ask,
Why life has set them to this task.
And from the land to sea and air,
Each creature moves within its share.
The rabbit’s leap, the vulture’s glide,
The fish’s path, the ocean wide.
Together bound, they form the thread,
That weaves through all that lives and’s dead.
A harmony too deep for words,
More ancient still than songs or birds.
And we, who watch with fleeting eyes,
Might glimpse the truth beneath the skies:
That every breath, and every start,
Is part of nature’s living heart.
The poem I won with :D