Upon the grassland
small trees stand
Their branches swaying
in nature's hand
Leaves rustle and dance
by the wind's decree
In a symphony of motion
wild and free
～～
Above, the blue sky
stretches wide
Adorned by clouds
like dreams untied
White and fluffy
they float with grace
Painting stories across
heaven's vast space
～～
The grassland
a canvas of vibrant hue
Where life blooms
in shades anew
Emerald blades
soft beneath our feet
A tapestry of beauty
pure and sweet
～～
In this tranquil haven
nature's embrace
We find solace
a serene resting place
The trees, guardians
of wisdom untold
Whisper secrets
as their branches unfold
～～
The wind, a playful artist
takes its role
Caressing leaves
a dance for the soul
Gently swaying
in a rhythmic sway
They share stories
of yesterday and today
～～
The sky, a dome
of endless wonder
Where clouds wander
free to ponder
Their cottony forms
ethereal and light
Drifting, shifting
in celestial flight
～～
Together, the elements
create a scene
A masterpiece of earth
sky, and green
Nature's symphony
a sight to behold
Where stories
of life and beauty are told
～～
Let us linger
on this grassy plain
Where small trees sway
and clouds remain
Inhale the essence
of this idyllic view
Let nature's serenity
wash over us
～～
For in the small trees
the grassland's grace
In the wind-kissed leaves
and the clouds' embrace
We find a reminder
of life's simple pleasures
A moment of respite
where the soul measures
～～
The beauty of nature
so easily found
In the small trees, the grass
and sky unbound
Cherish these moments
forever in our heart
Let nature's symphony
guide us, never apart
About the Creator
Dawnxisoul393art
Couple from HK. Dr. Daniel K Lam has got his degrees in Anglia Ruskin University, Cambridge（ARU has its origins in the Cambridge School of Art, which was opened in 1858 by John Ruskin）, Doris H Lam has graduated from GFAA with MFA degree.
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You painted such a beautiful picture here with your words. Loved it
Your poem gracefully mirrors the graceful movements of nature....wonderful poem.