Eternal Echoes

In a realm where time stood still,

Amidst meadows kissed by the golden sun's skill,

There existed a secret, a tale untold,

Where beauty and eternity gracefully unfold.

Whispers of timeless beauty filled the air,

A symphony of colors, beyond compare,

In the heart of this enchanted place,

Eternal echoes left a tranquil trace.

Beneath the cerulean sky so wide,

A solitary oak tree stood with pride,

Its branches, a testament to ageless grace,

Embracing time's fleeting, transient chase.

As the seasons danced in gentle choreography,

Eternal echoes revealed their photography,

Blossoms of spring, vibrant and new,

Their colors painting the morning dew.

Summer arrived with its sultry embrace,

Fields of wildflowers, a riotous chase,

And under the moon's soft, silvery glow,

Fireflies danced, putting on a luminous show.

Autumn's arrival brought a tapestry of gold,

Leaves whispered secrets, stories untold,

A symphony of rustling, as if they knew,

That beauty lives on in each golden hue.

Winter's frosty fingers painted the land,

Yet, a pristine beauty took its stand,

For even in stillness, the world did shine,

With crystalline wonders, a scene divine.

Amidst this eternal tapestry of art,

A traveler arrived, a wanderer's heart,

Awed by the whispers, the beauty untamed,

In the embrace of eternity, they were named.

For in these echoes, so timeless and sweet,

Lay the essence of life, a rhythm complete,

Where beauty and eternity eternally roam,

In a place where the heart finds its home.