The desert stretches far, with its endless sands, A place of beauty, that's hard to understand, The sun beats down, with its scorching heat,
By Robert Frost 3 years ago in Poets
The ocean spreads wide, with its endless blue, A place of majesty, that's always true, The waves crash hard, on the sandy shore,
The forest stands tall, with its canopy so green, A place of serenity, that's hard to glean, The leaves rustle, with the gentle breeze,
The mountains rise high, with their peaks so bold, A place of grandeur, that never gets old, The snow-capped tops, glisten in the sun,
The forest stands tall, with its majestic trees, A place of enchantment, that's sure to please, The leaves rustle, with a gentle breeze,
The ocean stretches out, as far as the eye can see, A world of serenity, that's ever so free, The waves crash in, with a gentle sound,
The northern lights dance, across the sky, A celestial spectacle, that leaves us in awe, The colors swirl, with a magical grace,
I am lost in the stars, In a universe so vast, And though my journey seems so far, I know I'll find my way at last. The constellations sparkle bright,
In the quiet of the evening, As the sun begins to set, I start to make my way back home, And leave behind the day's regret.
The desert stretches out, so far and wide, A world of sand, where nothing can hide, The sun beats down, with all its might,
The mountains rise up, with their jagged peaks, A world of majesty, that nature speaks, The earth touches the sky, with such grace,
Autumn's tapestry, a masterpiece of hues, A symphony of gold and crimson leaves, A canvas painted by the gentle muse, A stunning sight that nature weaves.
