The wind whispers secrets through the trees, A gentle song on summer's breeze. The sun paints meadows gold and bright, A canvas kissed by morning light. But shadows lurk, a chilling grace, As storms gather and time and space Can change the world in ways we fear, Leaving scars that linger near. So let us cherish, hold, and see, The beauty that surrounds me and you. For nature's heart, though strong and bold, Needs our respect, a story told. -Vandana Sharma-