Category: Nature

Nature · Non-Fiction · Sonnet

Kissing Summer Goodbye

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The summer sun begins its slow descent,
As golden days give way to cooler nights,
The warmth that lingered, now begins its bent,
Toward autumn’s call, with softer, gentler lights.

The flowers fade, their vibrant colors waned,
The breezes change, a whisper of the fall,
And though the summer’s joy we have retained,
We know the time has come to heed the call.

So let us bid farewell with tender grace,
To sunsets long and days of endless blue,
For every season has its time, its place,
And now the earth prepares for something new.

Yet in our hearts, the summer will remain,
A memory to warm us through the rain.

Nature · Poetry · Writing True

Nature, O Nature!

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Nature, O nature, thou art profound!

In the cradle of the morning dew,
Where the sun’s first light breathes life anew,
Nature’s song, a whispered sound,
In silence deep, her truths are found.

Beneath the sky, so vast, so grand,
Mountains rise, a timeless stand,
Each stone and tree, a story spun,
By moonlit nights and golden sun.

Rivers carve their ancient trails,
Through verdant fields and shadowed vales,
Their currents speak of ages gone,
Of life’s great cycle, ever drawn.

In the forest’s hushed embrace,
Where every leaf finds its place,
A symphony of life unfolds,
In colors bright and secrets old.

The ocean’s depths, a boundless grace,
Reflect the heavens’ starry face,
Each wave a verse, each tide a rhyme,
Eternal dance of space and time.

In the wind’s soft, fleeting kiss,
In every petal’s tender bliss,
Nature’s voice, profound and pure,
A silent call that endures.

For in her vast, uncharted sea,
Lies the essence of all we see,
A mirror to the soul’s own quest,
In nature’s arms, we find our rest.

Creative · Nature

The Joy of Spring

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See the cottony sky in blue,

And the velvety green grasses kissed by dews

Surrounded by georgette blooms in varying hues,

And their fragrances are filling the air too.

While the nesting song birds sing doo bee doo doo—

All here for the joy of spring and

Chilly winter is through.

Nature · Writing True

Nature’s Moral Stories XIII

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Dignified are the trees—

Rain or shine—

they’re standing tall

Worry-free.

Dignity is what the falling leaves

In gold and amber during fall

Are being robbed of

By remorseless winds.

Dignity is what a man bequeaths,

When caged

And treated

Like a beast.

‘T is as important as the basic necessities

And rights.

Lest I wish no one

Should be deprived.