The morning sings a secret song
The blowing wind plays along
The birds create a sweet melody
They fly high in solidarity
The trees sway with rhythm of the world
The silent footsteps of falling leaves is always unheard
The trees give us shade
Sweet fruits they bear
All to welcome the traveller
When he comes here
The rising sun paints the sky
In various shades
And all the worries
we once had slowly fade
I love the way
Nature plays it’s lovely game
And if u take a second
You’ll feel the same
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:31 AM UTC
The morning sings a secret song
The blowing wind plays along
The birds create a sweet melody
They fly high in solidarity
The trees sway with rhythm of the world
The silent footsteps of falling leaves is always unheard
The trees give us shade
Sweet fruits they bear
All to welcome the traveller
When he comes here
The rising sun paints the sky
In various shades
And all the worries
we once had slowly fade
I love the way
Nature plays it’s lovely game
And if u take a second
You’ll feel the same