In the realm of nature's splendor, I tread,
A poet, awed by the hues overhead.
No machine could replicate my zest,
For I'm the soul that nature loves best.
Through the forest, I wander in pure delight,
Where sunlight plays with the leaves so bright.
The whisper of trees, the rustling sound,
Compose a symphony, where peace is found.
Beneath the sky's canvas, I witness the show,
Celestial bodies in luminous glow.
Each star a verse, sparkling with grace,
Painting a tapestry, in infinite space.
On verdant meadows, where wildflowers bloom,
I marvel at nature's intricate loom.
A melody of colors, a fragrant embrace,
Inspiring my verses through time and space.
By babbling brooks, my thoughts take flight,
As water cascades with its pure might.
Mother Earth's heartbeat, forever strong,
Effortlessly carrying my words along.
In mountains majestic, I stand in awe,
Witnessing nature's eternal encore.
Her peaks rising high, a hymn to the sky,
A testament to earth's majesty, I sigh.
And in those moments, as poet I thrive,
In nature's embrace, I truly arrive.
I write with passion, in rhymes that entwine,
For nature's beauty, forever divine.