In whispers of wind and secrets of stone,
Nature's cradle, where spirit is sown.
Roots of being, in earth's embrace,
Drink deep the silence, find sacred space.

Sun's golden fingers, a gentle caress,
Waken the bud, in leafy green dress.
Moon's silver tear, on petal alight,
Nurtures the soul, in starlit night.

Mountains stand tall, with wisdom untold,
Stories of time, in canyons unfold.
Ocean's vast heart, a restless beat,
Echoes the pulse, where shadows retreat.

Every creature, a brushstroke divine,
Painting a canvas, where spirits entwine.
From soaring hawk, to whispering breeze,
A symphony sung, with endless appease.

But nurture's embrace, transcends the wild,
In human touch, a love reconciled.
In whispered song, and stories shared,
A fabric woven, with tender care.

In kindness given, like sunlit rain,
We nourish the seed, to blossom again.
In laughter's cascade, and tearful release,
We find solace, and find inner peace.

So nature and nurture, a sacred blend,
Two hands entwined, to journey's end.
For in the soil of love, and spirit's embrace,
We rise to the light, and find our true place.