Amidst the rustling leaves and gentle breeze, The poets found their muse, with hearts at ease, In verdant forests and…
Amidst the quiet of the ancient trees, Where sunlight dances with the leaves, A symphony of nature’s gentle breeze, Whispers…
In the heart of the morning dew, Where sunlight kisses the emerald hue, Wordsworth’s nature softly sings, Of tranquil streams…
Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams, Where sunlight dances in golden beams, Poets find their muse in nature’s embrace, Capturing…