Answer:The wind whispers secrets through the trees,Of sun-drenched meadows and gentle breeze.A symphony of leaves, a rustling song,As nature's chorus flows all day long. The sun dips low, paints the sky with gold,As stories of the day begin to unfold.Stars emerge, like diamonds in the night,Guiding lost souls with their gentle light. And in the hush of dawn, a new day starts,With promises of hope, and open hearts.The world awakens, bathed in morning dew,A canvas waiting, for dreams to come true.