Whispers of the Water

Mountains rise in misty hues,
Bathed in dawn’s soft, sleepy blues.
Reflections drift on waters deep,
Where secrets of the forest sleep.

Green spills gently to the shore,
A quiet world worth longing for.
Trees embrace the mountain's base,
Rooted calm, a gentle grace.

Brushstrokes blur in tender blend,
Where earth and sky and waters mend.
Nature’s lullaby, serene and clear—
A painted peace, forever here.