Spring has sprung, the flowers yell, Winter’s gone, with its cold spell. Fall has fell, leaves bid farewell, Nature’s tale, in colors, tell. Birds in flight, a joyful choir, Trees in bloom, aim ever higher. Fall’s crisp air, a cooling pyre, Leaves in flames, a burning fire. Seasons dance, a timeless ball, Spring’s warm embrace,…
In the stillness of the morning’s first light, Lay plums in a bowl, cold and bright. Their skins, a dance of purple and blue, Holding the chill of the dawn’s fresh dew. Touched by the warmth of a rising sun, Their icy sheen glistens, one by one. A contrast so stark, yet beautifully blends, In…
In the quiet of dawn, when the world is still, A blanket of frost lays on the hill. A pumpkin sits, in the field all alone, Wrapped in a chill, it has not known. Its orange hue, now a paler shade, Underneath the morning’s frosty glade. The sun peeks over the horizon, bright, Kissing the…
In verdant spring, a child’s laugh takes flight, Beneath a canopy of emerald light. Petals dance, in the vernal air, As hope blooms free, without a care. Yet, comes the fall, with auburn hue, Leaves whisper tales, as winds ensue. A gentle sorrow in the heart doth lie, As nature sings its lullaby. Meaning “Spring…
In the Season of Change In the season of change, where whispers fly, Amidst the dance of leaves, under the sky, A tale unfolds in every rustling sound, Nature’s symphony, profound. Crisp air weaves through the barren trees, Carrying tales of summer’s ease. Autumn’s touch, a painter’s grace, Brushing hues in time’s embrace. In this…
