Visions of Peace

In the quiet of dawn, a whisper calls,
Soft as the murmur of ancient falls.
Mountains stand, guardians of time,
Their silhouettes a silent rhyme.

A river's path, serpentine grace,
Carving stories upon Earth's face.
Underneath a sky so vast,
The world's canvas, shadows cast.

Among the trees, a hush profound,
Where peace in each leaf is found.
The breeze, a messenger, softly speaks,
Of hidden valleys and mountain peaks.

In every breath, the heartbeat of land,
Invites our souls to understand.
Close your eyes, let visions glean,
In nature's arms, we find serene.