The forest breaths,
Beneath the boughs where sunlight weaves.
A dance of leaves in gentle sway,
Nature's song at the close of the day.
Mountains rise with ancient pride,
Their snowy crowns to clouds they hide.
Rivers carve through stone and time,
A fluid pulse—a living rhyme.
Fields of gold stretch far and wide,
Where dandelions in breezes glide.
The Symphony of Birds at Dawn,
A chorus sweet—forever drawn.
Stars awaken in velvet skies,
Glistening lights like whispered sighs.
Moonbeams kiss the tranquil lake,
As night unfolds it's silken wake.
Nature’s beauty ever-changing flow—
In every season's vibrant show:
From blossoms bright to winter’s chill;
Her wild sides our spirits fill.
Beneath the boughs where sunlight weaves.
A dance of leaves in gentle sway,
Nature's song at the close of the day.
Mountains rise with ancient pride,
Their snowy crowns to clouds they hide.
Rivers carve through stone and time,
A fluid pulse—a living rhyme.
Fields of gold stretch far and wide,
Where dandelions in breezes glide.
The Symphony of Birds at Dawn,
A chorus sweet—forever drawn.
Stars awaken in velvet skies,
Glistening lights like whispered sighs.
Moonbeams kiss the tranquil lake,
As night unfolds it's silken wake.
Nature’s beauty ever-changing flow—
In every season's vibrant show:
From blossoms bright to winter’s chill;
Her wild sides our spirits fill.
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Author:
Mark The Phenomenon (
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Comments2
Your stanzas are brimful of beautiful imagery from dawn to dark and through the seasons. A lovely poem which is smooth to read and rhymes nicely. Well done.
Lovely read )
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