Nature's Poetry

In nature's arms, where beauty doth reside,

A poet finds their heart forever tied.

With every season's gentle, graceful change,

New verses in their soul begin to range.

The spring, a tender dance of life's rebirth,

Where flowers bloom and songs of love give birth.

The Earth awakes in colors soft and bright,

And in this symphony, I find my light.

In summer's heat, the world's a verdant dream,

The rivers flow, and forests softly gleam.

Beneath the sun's warm kiss, the stories grow,

Each leaf and blade of grass a tale to show.

Then comes the fall, with leaves of crimson, gold,

As nature's secrets in her arms she holds.

The whispered winds carry the ancient lore,

Of seasons past and those still to explore.

In winter's chill, a canvas blank and pure,

The world transformed, a silent, still allure.

The snowflakes fall like words upon the page,

Creating verses in this quiet stage.

Oh, moon and stars that grace the night's embrace,

Your twinkling beauty leaves a poet's trace.

With thoughts that wander far in galaxies,

I find my muse in cosmic mysteries.

The ocean's waves, a rhythm and a rhyme,

A never-ending poem, an endless time.

Its depths conceal both wonders and despair,

A source of inspiration, wild and rare.

The mountains stand like ancient, noble kings,

Their peaks a realm where inspiration springs.

Majestic heights, a challenge and a guide,

In their strong presence, poets may confide.

Nature, a gift that fuels my poet's heart,

In every element, I find my art.

With every word I pen, I hope to share,

The beauty and the power, my love laid bare.