natures beauty

In twilight’s tender, trembling light,
The whispering winds weave through the night,
A symphony of sighs and song,
Where shadows dance and dreams belong.

The moon, a maiden pale and fair,
With silver tresses, soft as air,
Doth kiss the sea with gentle grace,
And leaves a blush upon its face.

The stars, like diamonds, scattered wide,
In heaven’s vault, they softly bide,
Their secrets shared with silent skies,
As night unfolds her velvet guise.

The flowers, frail and fleeting blooms,
Awake beneath the night’s perfumes,
Their petals, kissed by dew’s embrace,
In nature’s tender, transient grace.

Oh, fleeting beauty, wild and free,
Thy essence stirs the soul in me,
A moment’s breath, a lover’s sigh,
In nature’s arms, we live, we die.