Nature's beauty
Whisper's of the enchanted forest
In nature's quiet, tranquil embrace,
Where time and worries find no place,
A forest whispers secrets old,
Its stories in the leaves unfold.
The sunlight filters through the trees,
A gentle dance on forest's leaves,
With every step, a world unveiled,
In nature's beauty, we're regaled.
The songbirds sing their sweet refrain,
A melody of sun and rain,
And in this haven, I'm at peace,
Where all of life's harsh clamors cease.
Beneath the canopy of green,
A world of wonders to be seen,
In nature's arms, I find my grace,
And in its beauty, I embrace.
For here, in this enchanted wood,
My soul finds solace, understood,
In nature's beauty, I'm set free,
A tranquil, boundless symphony.
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This was such a wonderful poem! So beautifully written!
one of the BEST poems I've read about nature in a very long time. BRILLIANT