In the embrace of fresh green grass,
I bloom, embracing the vastness with joy,
On the canvas of the garden’s colors,
I am in the flowers, in the breeze’s soft sighs,
I am the half-lit world,
In the quiet of the dawn’s first whisper,
I am the cradle in the lap of the west wind,
In the sweet lullaby of nature’s delight,
I open, I grow,
And bloom, only to wither in full splendor.
When the whole world lies in slumber,
When every direction is cloaked in darkness,
When nature stands bare,
And the light of dawn pierces the stillness,
I, with eyes half-open,
Gaze upon the moon’s beams as they dance.
I watch the weary wings of the stars,
Drenched in the morning dew upon their shoulders,
On nature's colorful hem,
I smile as I gaze,
And with that smile, I wither away.
About the Creator
Sara Lorel
I am a storyteller, writer, poet, and researcher with over ten years of experience. Storytelling is at the core of who I am. Whether through poetry, stories, or research, I seek to capture the emotions and truths that define our lives.
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Your word choice is brilliant. I liked it.