The long standing old trees,
Have a myriad of melodies,
Like Ethereal breezy euphonies,
Eerie whizzing melancholies,
Gusty howling cacophonies,
All reverberations of memories,
Of cultures around it's peripheries.
"Amidst the ancient woods so grand,
Where time's gentle touch does span,
Reside trees tall, of ages past,
Whispering tales that forever last.
Their branches, a symphony divine,
Sing melodies, harmonies entwined,
Ethereal breezes softly sway,
As nature's orchestra begins to play.
Yet within their sway, a touch of woe,
A haunting air, a ghostly flow,
Melancholic whispers fill the air,
Like phantoms dancing in despair.
The gusty winds, with fervor bold,
Unleash cacophonies, untamed and bold,
Roaring and howling with untamed might,
A tempest's fury, a wild delight.
In echoes, memories linger still,
Cultures woven around this sacred hill,
Voices of ancestors, ancient and wise,
Their legacy whispers, never dies.
Within this realm, a realm untamed,
The soul of nature, forever unchained,
Where simplicity and elegance entwine,
And poetry dances with every line.
So let us cherish this sacred ground,
Where ancient trees and melodies abound,
Where beauty hides in simplicity's grace,
A poetic tapestry, this magical space."
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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...
