Beneath the emerald canopy, where whispers softly flow,
The world is full of wonder that the heart alone can know.
Through meadows lush with golden light, where gentle breezes play,
The earth, a living canvas, wakes to greet another day.
The flowers in their vibrant hues, a palette wide and deep,
Their petals like a symphony that stirs us from our sleep.
Each dewdrop is a diamond on a blade of tender grass,
Reflecting hints of morning's glow as shadows slowly pass.
The rivers carve through ancient rock, a story etched in time,
Their waters sing in cadence, each ripple like a rhyme.
The mountains stand as sentinels, their peaks against the sky,
They watch the world unfold below, as centuries roll by.
In every corner of the earth, a secret life abounds,
A beauty that endures within these sacred, hallowed grounds.
From forest glen to ocean's edge, the song is ever clear,
A melody of nature's grace that anyone can hear.
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Saim Shezi
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Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
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A very descriptive poem. Love the imagery it brings out.