about poetry

In a meadow where the wildflowers bloom,

Beneath the vast expanse of the sky,

I sit and let my thoughts consume,

The gentle whispers of the world nearby.

The wind, it plays a soothing song,

Through the branches of the ancient oak,

And in this place where I belong,

I find the peace that's often spoke.

The grasses sway, a sea of green,

With daisies dotted here and there,

A sight so tranquil and serene,

It lifts the weight of daily care.

The sun, a warm and golden friend,

Spreads its rays across the land,

Its journey never seems to end,

As it paints the earth with gentle hand.

Clouds drift by like lazy dreams,

Soft and white in the azure dome,

Each one holds a thousand schemes,

But none compel the need to roam.

Birds on high in effortless flight,

Sing their songs with pure delight,

Their melodies so sweet and light,

Bring joy that lasts from morn to night.

Beneath the shade of willow trees,

I lie and watch the world go by,

With every rustle of the leaves,

I feel a deeper sense of why.

Why the world can seem so vast,

Yet so intimately close,

How the moments quickly pass,

And yet they linger, like a ghost.

A stream nearby hums its tune,

A lullaby of ancient days,

Reflecting silver in the moon,

That rises in the twilight's haze.

The stars begin their nightly dance,

Twinkling in the velvet sky,

Each one a distant, timeless chance,

A wish, a hope, a dream to fly.

The fireflies, with gentle glow,

Sparkle in the evening air,

Their tiny lights, they ebb and flow,

A cosmic ballet, pure and rare.

In this meadow, time stands still,

A place untouched by haste or fear,

Where heart and soul can drink their fill,

Of nature's song, so bright and clear.

Here, the worries of the day,

Dissolve like mist at morning light,

And all that's left is just to stay,

Embraced by nature's gentle might.

To lie upon the fragrant ground,

With eyes closed in restful ease,

And listen to the soothing sound,

Of whispers carried by the breeze.

Each breath a gift, each moment pure,

A testament to life's sweet grace,

In this meadow, so secure,

I find my true and rightful place.

For here, amidst the bloom and green,

I see the world with clearer eyes,

In every blade and flower seen,

A glimpse of life's most precious prize.

The simple joys that fill our days,

The beauty in the smallest things,

The love that lights our winding ways,

And gives our spirits wings.

In this serene and tranquil spot,

I find a peace that's rarely found,

A solace that the world forgot,

But here, in nature's arms, is bound.

So, let me stay and simply be,

A part of this eternal song,

Where every leaf and blade and tree,

Reminds me that I do belong.

For in this meadow, wild and free,

I see the essence of the earth,

A timeless, boundless symphony,

That sings of life and love and mirth.

The night's embrace, a velvet glove,

Wraps me in its cool, calm hold,

And in the stars that shine above,

I see the stories, ages old.

Of heroes, lovers, quests, and dreams,

Of journeys taken far and wide,

Of rivers, mountains, lakes, and streams,

And every tale the world has tried.

Each constellation tells a tale,

A myth, a legend, ancient lore,

Of winds that howl and ships that sail,

And lovers lost on distant shore.

Yet here, in this secluded space,

I find my own small, quiet part,

In nature's grand, eternal grace,

I find the beating of my heart.

A heart that knows the gentle sway,

Of grasses in the summer breeze,

A heart that feels the light of day,

And night's embrace that brings such ease.

For in this place of wild bloom,

I find a peace that whispers true,

A quiet joy that fills the room,

A love that paints the sky so blue.

And as the night gives way to dawn,

And morning light begins to show,

I greet the day with silent yawn,

And feel the world begin to glow.

The meadow wakes, the birds take flight,

The flowers stretch to greet the sun,

And in this soft and golden light,

I see that life has just begun.

For every day is new and bright,

With wonders waiting to unfold,

In every shadow, every light,

A story waiting to be told.

So, let me live with open eyes,

And see the world with wonder's gaze,

For in the simplest things, there lies,

A beauty that will never fade.

In this meadow, wild and free,

I've found a place where I belong,

A place of pure serenity,

Where heart and soul can sing their song.

And as I rise to greet the day,

With gratitude and open heart,

I know that come what may,

This peace will never part.

For in the meadow of my mind,

I'll carry this sweet, gentle grace,

A refuge I can always find,

A calm, eternal, sacred place.

Where flowers bloom and birds take wing,

And every breath is pure and clear,

Where nature's song will always sing,

And I will always find you near.

So, let me live with gentle heart,

And walk the world with quiet peace,

For in this meadow, we'll never part,

And joy will never cease.

Here, in the meadow of my soul,

I've found a love that's deep and true,

A love that makes me whole,

A love that always brings me you.

In every flower, every tree,

In every breeze that whispers by,

I feel the essence, wild and free,

Of life and love that never die.

And as the days turn into years,

And time flows like a gentle stream,

I'll hold this meadow, free of fears,

And live my life as in a dream.

A dream where peace and love abound,

Where nature's song is always near,

Where every moment's joy is found,

And every breath is pure and clear.

So, let me stay in this sweet place,

And let my heart be wild and free,

For in this meadow's warm embrace,

I've found my true and perfect me.