Colors are the essence of life, They bring beauty to this world so rife, A kaleidoscope of shades and hues, That awaken our senses and inspire our muse.
By Munthas Aabout a year ago in Poets
A rose is more than just a flower, It's a symbol of love and power, A beauty that's beyond compare, A fragrance that fills the air.
The leaves are falling, one by one, Their journey on this earth is done, As autumn's chill begins to set, They gently float and softly get.
In the vast expanse of the deep blue sea, The waves rise and fall endlessly, A rhythmic dance that never tires, Nature's symphony that never expires.
Oh, the voice of thunder, how it rumbles and roars, A powerful sound that echoes and soars, Through the air and the sky and the land,
The storm approaches, a force to behold, With winds that howl and lightning that's bold, A tempest unleashed, with power untold,
Oh, the birds that soar and sing, How they spread their wings and take to the wind, With their melodies that fill the sky,
Oh, the sand beneath our feet, A canvas for the stories we meet, It shifts and moves with each passing breeze, As it whispers secrets to the seas.
Fire, oh fire, how you flicker and dance, With your orange and yellow hues, you entrance, You consume everything in your path,
Oh, the whispers of wind, How they dance and sing, Through the meadows and the fields, As they gently touch everything.
From the oceans vast and deep, To the mountain streams that leap, Water flows in graceful motion, A dance of life and endless devotion.
Beyond the horizon, in the depths of night, Lies a world of wonder, a cosmic sight, Where stars and planets dance and play,