As a writer, you should not judge, you should understand
Seasons, oh cycles of time Each one a new chapter, a new rhyme Winter, spring, summer, and fall Each one with its own beauty, standing tall
By Shahnaz Shahnazabout a year ago in Poets
Fruits, oh sweet and succulent treat Hanging from branches, so ripe and neat With colors so bright and flavors so bold
Fire, oh fiery flame Dancing and flickering in the night Bringing warmth and light With your fierce and dangerous might
Heart of mine, so full of fire, Beating strong, with burning desire. Feeling deep, with every beat, Guiding me through life's winding street.
Roses, oh roses, so delicate and fair, With petals soft and a scent beyond compare, A symbol of love, a symbol of grace,
Petals soft as summer's breeze Blooming in fields and gardens with ease Colors of rainbow, nature's art Flowers, a beauty in every heart
Leaves rustle in the breeze, Nature's symphony, with ease. Green and brown, yellow and red, A palette of colors, overhead.
In skies above so grand and wide, White fluffy clouds do gently glide, Like cotton balls they gently drift, A peaceful scene, a natural lift.
Nature's beauty, wild and free A sight for sore eyes, a balm for the soul Mountains towering, valleys low Rivers flowing, winds that blow
Trees stand tall and strong and green, Their leaves rustling in the breeze. Their branches reaching for the sky, Their roots deep in the earth's crust lie.
Birds in the sky, so free and wild, Dancing on the breeze, their wings unfurled. With colors bright and songs so sweet,
Tall and proud, the mountain stands, A silent sentinel on the land. With rocky crags and snowy cap, It's beauty captured in each snap.