Whispers of Nature's Ode

Into the forest I'll tread,
pluck a flower, bright and fair,
forgetting all that's been said,
letting go of every care.

Heavens, reveal your grace,
pour hope from the sky,
where time is an open space,
I wish to rise high.

The land of our fathers,
across the meadows I roam,
destiny in the ethers,
faith in God, my home.