Nature and it’s beauty

Beneath a canvas, vast and blue,

Where fluffy clouds like cotton drift,
The sun ignites a morning hue,
On meadows where wildflowers lift.

A gentle breeze through branches sighs,

Rustling leaves in emerald dress,
A crystal stream reflects the skies,
And whispers secrets, I confess.

A symphony by crickets played,

As fireflies ignite the night,
A million stars like diamonds laid,
On velvet darkness, pure delight.

The ocean roars, a crashing song,

On sandy shores where seashells gleam,
The salty air, it lingers long,
A whispered tale, a vibrant dream.

On mountain peaks, where eagles soar,

The wind sings wild, a thrilling cry,
Below, the valleys, evermore,
A tapestry where colors lie.

A desert blooms, a sight so rare,

With cacti reaching for the sun,
A fragile beauty, harsh and fair,
A battle fought, a victory won.

From frozen lands, where glaciers gleam,

To jungles where exotic calls,
Nature's artwork, a wondrous scheme,
A masterpiece that enthralls.