In the gentle sway of ancient trees,
Lies the beauty that time cannot erase,
Their whispers dance with the morning breeze,
A quiet song of nature’s embrace.

The vibrant hues of a sunset’s glow,
Paint the sky with a fiery grace,
A fleeting moment, a wondrous show,
Reflecting beauty in its purest place.

Upon the petals of a blooming rose,
Delicate and soft, a tender sight,
A testament to the beauty it bestows,
In the silence of a starry night.

And in the mirror of the tranquil lake,
The world finds beauty’s silent voice,
A perfect reflection, for our hearts to take,
In its stillness, we find our choice.