As a writer, you should not judge, you should understand
Lilies, so pure and white, A symbol of innocence, and light, A sign of elegance and grace, Lilies, a natural work of art in place.
By Shahnaz Shahnazabout a year ago in Poets
Petals, delicate and soft, Fragile and yet, so full of thought, A symbol of beauty and grace, Petals, a wonder, in every place.
A mirror, a reflection of the self, A window to the soul, on a shelf, A tool to see ourselves, as we are, A mirror, a truth, shining like a star.
Water, a force of nature, pure and true, A liquid of life, that flows and grew, A source of sustenance, and a symbol of change,
Reflection, a mirror of the soul, A glimpse of self, in a world so whole, A moment of truth, a moment of peace, Reflection, a chance for release.
Shadows, a dance of light and dark, A play of forms, a work of art, A reflection of the world, so true, Shadows, a mystery, in black and blue.
Darkness, a cloak that falls, A shroud that covers all, A veil of mystery and might, Darkness, a force to behold at night.
Butterfly, so delicate and light, With wings of colors, so vibrant and bright, A symbol of transformation, and grace, Butterfly, a wonder to behold, in this place.
Tall and proud, with petals yellow, A beacon of light, in fields of mellow, The sunflower, a symbol of hope, A sign of happiness, as it helps to cope.
A window to the world, A portal to the outside, A frame for the view, A window, a bridge to the tide. Through the panes of glass,
In the dark sky you gleam, Guiding the night with your gentle light, The Moon, a celestial delight. Round and full, or thin and small,
The sun sets on the horizon, A fiery orb of orange and red, A symphony of colors, That fills the sky overhead. The clouds turn pink and purple,