Whispers on Nature’s Stage


Whispers standing tall, her knowledge in my grasp.
My birthright: To move, to touch, to clasp.
Nature’s stage, my first steps bold. Her whispers guiding, stories told.

Voice unheard, yet language learned.
An art embraced, my spirit yearned. Beyond boundaries, words set me free.
A voyager on empathy’s sea.

Self-aware, within her embrace. Beauty unveiled, finding my place. Oh, for a substance, rich and true. To mirror the soul, forever new.

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