Beneath the azure sky, where whispers soar,
Nature's canvas painted, a symphony to adore.
Sunset hues ignite the horizon's flame,
A tapestry of colors, each with a name.
Mountains rise, their peaks crowned in snow,
Silent sentinels where ancient breezes blow.
Valleys cradle secrets, whispered to the trees,
In the dance of branches, carried on the breeze.
Rivers weave tales with their liquid song,
A journey of currents, winding along.
Moonlight bathes the world in silver sheen,
Dreams awakened in the night's serene.
Stars above, like diamonds in the night,
A cosmic quilt, stitched in pure light.
In this celestial dance, where dreams take flight,
The universe whispers, weaving magic light.
So let us wander, hearts open wide,
In nature's embrace, where worlds coincide.
A poem written in the language of the earth,
A timeless ode to the beauty of our birth.
YOU ARE READING
When Ups are Downs
Poetry"That moment when I gave my heart And all you do was break it in two. Was I not enough for you?" A/N: This is just a small compilation of short poems made originally by me. Enjoy!
