Nature's Symphony
Celebrating the Beauty and Harmony of the Natural World
The rustling leaves, the chirping birds,
Nature's symphony, with melodies absurd,
The rush of water, the howling wind,
A beautiful sound that we can all find.
In the stillness of the night, the stars twinkle and shine,
A celestial choir that sings a divine,
A harmony of light, that shines so bright,
A symphony of stars, that shines all night.
The rolling hills, the towering trees,
Nature's symphony, a visual ease,
The green meadows, the endless skies,
A visual feast for our weary eyes.
Nature sings a song of peace and love,
A symphony that we can all have,
A moment of peace in our busy lives,
A moment to bask in nature's vibes.
So let us listen to nature's symphony,
And feel its beauty and majesty,
For it is a reminder of our place in the world,
And the beauty that surrounds us all.
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Ashu Bisht
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