Beneath the canopy where shadows dance, Words of the ancients find their chance, To sing with leaves in gentle breeze,…
In the quiet of the morning dawn, When sunlight kisses the dew, I hear the whispers of the earth, In…
In the morning’s gentle light, they find A world painted with hues so kind, Each word a brushstroke on life’s…
Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams, Where sunlight dances in golden beams, Poets find their muse in nature’s embrace, Capturing…