Whispers of Nature

In the embrace of foliage, two souls entwine, Their profiles a testament to a timeless bond divine. Birds weave through locks of hair, a dance so free, A symbol of the wild heart that beats in harmony. The leaves, a rustling whisper, secrets shared between, A language only known to those who listen and see. The orange bird, a flame that burns with gentle might, Guides the gaze to the beauty in the silent light. In this tableau of serenity, we find our own peace, A reflection of the soul's deep, unspoken release. The women's faces, a map of stories untold, Their eyes, a window to the depths of the heart's gold. The artistry of nature, a masterpiece so rare, A blend of realism and dreams, beyond compare.