A Symphony of Seasons
The morning dew, a quiet hymn,
Whispered through the forest dim.
Buds unfurl in springtime's grace,
A gentle bloom in nature’s face.
Summer blazes, golden, bold,
Fields of wheat and marigold.
The rivers hum a flowing tune,
Beneath the gaze of the silver moon.
Autumn's brush, with hues so rare,
Paints the trees in russet air.
Leaves cascade, a fiery flight,
A dance of shadows in fading light.
Winter cloaks the earth in white,
A silent world in endless night.
Yet beneath the ice, life breathes anew,
Awaiting spring’s soft morning dew.
The Eternal Wanderer
I walk a path of ancient stone,
Beneath the skies, forever lone.
The stars, my compass; the wind, my guide,
Through valleys deep and mountains wide.
Each step resounds in quiet song,
A rhythm where my heart belongs.
The rivers speak, the forests call,
Their whispers echo, binding all.
The past is carved in every tree,
Stories told through history.
The future gleams, a golden haze,
A mystery in endless maze.
Though endless roads may twist and wend,
The journey holds no final end.
For in the wandering, I find my peace,
A world unbound, where dreams increase.
The Language of the Sea
Beneath the azure, a voice resides,
In roaring waves and shifting tides.
The ocean speaks, a timeless prose,
In every crest, where the water glows.
Its whispers cradle ships in flight,
Its storms unleash a primal might.
It sings to shores both near and far,
Beneath the gleam of the evening star.
The sea is vast, its soul untamed,
By mortals neither owned nor claimed.
It guards its depths with steadfast care,
Secrets held in the ocean’s lair.
Listen close to the sea's refrain,
Its stories flow through joy and pain.
A timeless song, both wild and free,
The endless language of the sea.