Soul's Conversation With Nature Poem by ashok jadhav

I wander where the river bends and sighs,
Its voice a mirror of my restless thought;
The wind carries questions through open skies,
And in its hum, a quiet answer's caught.
The trees lean close, their leaves a rustling speech,
Each branch a hand that reaches toward the mind;
Their wisdom flows in ways mere words can't teach,
A silent counsel for the soul to find.
The mountains stand with patience, vast and still,
Their shadows echo truths I cannot say;
The earth listens to each unspoken will,
And cradles secrets of both night and day.
In every stone, each bird, each flowing stream,
My soul converses with the world's deep dream.