The morning sky unfolds in gold,
A canvas where the sun takes hold.
The rivers sing in silver streams,
Reflecting clouds and scattered dreams.
Mountains rise with timeless grace,
A quiet strength the winds embrace.
The forests hum with hidden songs,
Where every leaf to life belongs.
The meadows bloom in colors bright,
A painter’s brush in soft daylight.
Birds take flight with gentle cheer,
Their voices pure, their message clear.
The ocean speaks in rolling tides,
Its secret heart it never hides.
Beneath its waves, the corals glow,
A silent world we seldom know.
Nature whispers, calm, profound,
In every stone, in every sound.
A patient guide, a steady hand,
The spirit of this living land.
About the Creator
Aram
I write what hides behind silence—poetry, stories, and reflections that reveal the unseen. Words are my masks, and truth is my canvas.
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