WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
There lies a maiden with a gentle mien,
She cradles her guitar, an earthy friend,
Whose melodies with nature blend.

Her voice, a whisper in the forest's ear,
Sings of the seasons, ever near,
Each strum a heartbeat of the earth's own song,
A celebration of where we belong.

With every note, the flowers sway,
As if enchanted by the music's sway,
Her fingers dance upon the strings,
Awakening the world as she sings.

So let her melody caress the land,
A love letter written in the sand,
For in her song, we find our roots,
And in her embrace, nature salutes.