Amidst the rustling leaves and gentle breeze,
The poets found their muse, with hearts at ease,
In verdant forests and by serene streams,
They wove their words, like delicate dreams.

From Wordsworth’s daffodils in golden hue,
To Frost’s snowy woods, so calm and true,
Each line a masterpiece, a nature’s song,
Echoing in time, eternally long.

The earthy scent of rain, the morning dew,
Inspired verses rich, and stories new,
Through mountains high and valleys low,
They captured scenes, where wildflowers grow.

So let us cherish these poetic sights,
The wonders of nature, in words so bright,
For in their lines, we find a place,
Where nature’s beauty, we can embrace.