The Sacred Ties Poem by Santanu Banerjee

In gentle streams where murmurs softly flow,
The whispers of the earth and sky align,
Each leaf that flutters, every breeze that blows,
Connects the heart to realms both vast and fine.

Like dancing shadows in the golden light,
The trees stand tall, their branches reaching wide,
In rustling leaves, the truth of life takes flight,
As nature's voice becomes the soul's true guide.

The mountains echo wisdom carved in stone,
While sunsets paint the sky with hues of grace,
Each petal falls, a prayer that's gently sown,
A fleeting glimpse of beauty's warm embrace.

For in this world, where spirit meets the land,
We find our place, together hand in hand.