Elysium's Canvas
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Nature's brushstrokes dance, a kaleidoscope of gray.
With whispers soft, the wind whispers low,
As petals unfurl, and leaves begin to grow.
In forests deep, where ancient secrets sleep,
Trees stand as sentinels, their wisdom to keep.
Their gnarled hands grasp, the earth below,
As roots delve deep, in mysteries to know.
In iridescent hues, the butterfly's wings unfold,
A masterpiece of delicate, lace-like gold.
With every flutter, a symphony takes flight,
As morning sunbeams weave, a tapestry of light.
In crystal caverns, where the ocean's heart beats strong,
A world of wonder waits, where secrets belong.
The tides ebb and flow, a rhythmic, soothing song,
As seaweed sways, in harmony, all day long.
In starry skies, a celestial showcase gleams,
A twinkling tapestry, of infinite, shimmering dreams.
The moon, a glowing orb, a beacon in the night,
Guides us through darkness, to the light of dawn's first light.
In rivers' gentle flow, a serpentine path unwinds,
A lifeblood pulsing, through the heart of the land's design.
With every bend and curve, a story unfolds anew,
As the river's voice whispers, secrets, old and true.
In lakes' still waters, a mirrored beauty lies,
A reflection of the soul, where heart and spirit rise.
The ripples of the wind, a gentle, soothing sigh,
As the lake's calm surface, a peaceful haven, meets the eye.
In the grand symphony, of nature's art divine,
A masterpiece of beauty, forever intertwined.
With every brushstroke, a world of wonder grows,
A living, breathing tapestry, where love and magic flow.
Copyright ©
David Hurlburt
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