Whispers of the Meadow

In the quiet of the meadow's hush —  
A lone bee's hum, a soft-winged brush.  
Amidst the grass, where breezes play,  
Nature weaves its quiet ballet.
 
A daisy nods in the morning air,  
A sunlit secret, sweet and rare.  
The world in miniature, a serene trust,  
Nature's whispers, gentle and just.
 
A sparrow trills its simple tune,  
Underneath the watchful moon.  
In twilight's grace, the meadow's gleam,  
A quiet world, a tranquil dream.
 
Silent footfalls on the dew-kissed ground,  
Nature's lullaby, a soft surround.  
The meadow's heart, a whispered song,  
In the hallowed quiet, we belong.