The waterfalls flow, with their wondrous power, A sight so magnificent, it's hard to devour, The water meets stone, in a natural fusion,
By Robert Frost 3 years ago in Poets
The awakening of spring, a time of renewal, A time of rebirth, that's hard to fuel, The flowers bloom, in their colorful array,
The dance of the fireflies, a magical sight, A spectacle of wonder, that's hard to fight, The night comes alive, with their twinkling light,
The colors of the rainbow, a spectrum of light, A palette of brilliance, that's hard to recite, The sky is painted, in its colorful hue,
The forest is a place, of magic and charm, A place of wonder, that's hard to disarm, The trees whisper, with the gentle wind,
The ocean extends far, with its endless blue, A place of wonder, that's hard to construe, The waves crash, with the mighty force,
The desert spreads wide, with its barren land, A place of mystique, that's hard to understand, The sands shift, with the gentle breeze,
The mountains rise high, with their rocky terrain, A place of majesty, that's hard to explain, The peaks touch the sky, with their snowy cap,
The forest stands tall, with its leafy canopy, A place of serenity, that's hard to deny, The trees sway, with the gentle breeze,
The ocean spreads wide, with its vast expanse, A place of wonder, that's hard to enhance, The waves crash, with their mighty force,
The desert stretches far, with its sandy terrain, A place of beauty, that's hard to explain, The sand dunes roll, with the gentle breeze,
The mountains stand tall, with their snow-capped peaks, A place of majesty, that's hard to critique, The wind howls, through the rocky terrain,
