SoulResounds

Earth’s Own Hymn

In the hush where the green hills sleep,
And shadows their secrets keep,
The jungle hums a lullaby,
Beneath a pale and dreamy sky.

The mountains stand in reverie,
Old sentinels of mystery—
Their breath is slow, their silence deep,
Where time walks soft and healing heaves.

Now and then, the mist rolls through,
Like whispered thoughts the heavens blew,
It curls around the ancient trees,
And kisses rocks with gentle ease.

No words, no rush, just earth’s own hymn—
A sacred stillness, slowly grows within.

~ Sarah
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Photos: Personal gallery (Holm Farm Heritage, Ranikhet)
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