Whispers of the Earth

By Owen Victor Ssemata

Beneath the sky’s eternal dome,
Where rivers sing and wild winds roam,
The trees stand tall with ancient grace,
Their roots sunk deep in time and place.

The morning dew on petals bright
Catches the kiss of golden light,
While birds compose a hymn so clear—
A melody the soul can hear.

Mountains rise with silent pride,
Guardians of the world outside,
And in their stillness, we may see
The quiet strength of being free.