Symphony of Nature in Color and Sound
In the expanse of the vast blue canvas above,
Where birds tell tales in the silence of flight,
Their wings, artisans of an unseen story,
And the wind, a subtle bard, whispers concealed longing.
Nature, a poet draped in the hues of twilight,
Clouds, the orchestra composing a captivating melody,
An unspoken symphony, beauty defying verbal capture,
The sky, a vast canvas, and nature, a graceful dancer in unwritten verses.
As morning unveils itself, the sun, a warm storyteller,
Leaves murmur tender secrets in the gentle wind's embrace,
Hearts take flight on the wings of elusive dreams,
Love poetry blossoms in the profound silence within.
Suns embrace the world with tender arms,
Flowers bloom, each petal weaving a tapestry of hope,
Amidst the foliage, love unfolds an endless narrative,
This poetry, a rhythmic cadence guiding our steps towards a harmonious dusk.
Night, a silent painter, blankets the world in darkness,
Stars, brilliant jewels adorning the cosmic tapestry,
Soft light pirouettes upon the water's surface,
The silence of the night, an artistry of unspoken words.
Poetry of the night emerges from immeasurable beauty,
Moon shadows sketch dreams behind veiled clouds,
Silent stories meander through the tranquil darkness,
This poetry, a symphony of night, resonating with the gentle notes of peace.
Winding through a city that never slumbers,
Footsteps echo in harmony with swift-paced lives,
Concrete and towering edifices frame the stage,
Hidden tales of hearts, protagonists in the clamor.
Street poetry etches itself in the pavement's embrace,
Concrete walls, stoic witnesses to life's unfolding drama,
Stories folded like origami in the asphalt trail,
This poetry, a reflection, a sonnet to a city that ceaselessly articulates.
Rain, a choreographer, orchestrates a soft ballet on rooftops,
Each droplet, a note in a melodious composition,
Earth, a grateful audience to the sky's generosity,
Rain poetry, an eternal serenade in liquid verses.
Every drop, a strophe written by the nimble quill of the sky,
The rustle of rain, a dialect translated by the earth,
Earth and sky entwined in a ballet of grace,
This poetry, an ode of gratitude sung by the vast expanse of the timeless cosmos.
Copyright © Kei Iksan | Year Posted 2023
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