The Wild's Embrace

The mountain wear a crown of mist
Where giant nature rest their nest
The trees in their majesty dance to the wind
And the fountain weave a silver thread

In every seed, a forest awaits
A lone life that birth her heirs
Even when it dies life was assured
Beyond the reach of garden gates

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No clock is wound, no bell is rung
Yet every song is perfectly sung
In the ryhme where nature does her thing
Even in imperfections perfection is made

With quiet strength and patience grace
Reminding us, in bloom and bones
That we are never truly alone
Surrounding us are nature's watch