Along the esplanade of the neighboring park,
She strolled, amidst the parade of
marching corps,
Gasping near the barricade of
the ever-expanding cityscape,
She rested by the welcoming ark,
Caressing her belly, a joyous masquerade
of carrying life,
Gazing at the arcade of astounding woods,
Where trees sway to fend off
the caresses of the winds,
She witnessed the charade of
dancing trees,
Speaking to the skies to deter
the dispersing clouds,
She pondered upon what secrets
these trees share,
Gathering clouds to shower
upon the thirsty earth,
She realized, in that moment so rare,
Nature's nurturing care for her
crying child's rebirth.
And as she wandered through this
magical land,
The woods, the sky, and the earth
held her hand,
And in the midst of all, she found
A balance of elegance and simplicity profound.
She felt her spirit lifting higher,
The air felt fresh with nature's choir,
And as she breathed in the forest's scent,She knew she'd found the perfect content.
For nature's beauty is a gift so rare,
A symphony of life beyond compare,
And in those moments, she felt at ease,
One with the earth and all its trees.
So she wandered on, in wonder and awe,
Of the beauty of nature, and all that she saw,
And in that moment, she knew deep down,
That Mother Nature's love will forever abound.
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Scribblings Of Sleepless Nights
RandomA collection of my reminiscences as when I find the right words to express them. Some parts are rhyming and some are not. Some are poetic and some are prose. Some are just few words and others are long sentences. Give a read to them and enjoy, even...
