Living leaves, in morning light,
Unfurling softly, green and bright,
They drink the dawn with silent grace,
Their veins a map, their pulse a trace.
In gardens where the shadows tease,
In rhythms of the breaking day.
Through seasons’ change, they sing and sigh,
With colors bright or fading high,
From spring’s fresh burst to autumn’s gold,
Their stories in the wind are told.
In every leaf, life’s essence flows,
A testament to how it grows,
Living leaves, in sunlight’s seam,
Are nature’s breath, a vibrant dream.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.