Poems About Beauty In Nature Novels & Stories

Jism naghmah koyi Jism khush-bu koyi Jism jaise mahakti hui chaandani Jism jaise machalti hui raagini Jism jaise kih khilta hua ik chaman Jism jaise kih sooraj ki pahli kiran Jism tarsha huwa dil-kash o dil-nisheen Sandaleen sandaleen Marmareen marmareen (We've never seen one with such beauty as she Hers is the beauty of the sculptured idols of Ajanta Her beauty has bewitched our gaze Her beauty is an alluring song Her beauty is a heady fragrance Hers is the beauty of scented moonlight Hers is the beauty of a haunting melody Hers is the beauty of a blossoming garden Hers is the beauty of the first light of dawn Hers is the most exquisitely hewn beauty Warm and smooth as sandalwood Pure and d

It was a catalyst, a divine spark that ignited a revolution, setting Time flowed like a river, carrying with it the weight of countless moments and memories. With each passing year, the world around me underwent a remarkable metamorphosis. The once familiar landscape, like a chameleon, shed its old skin and emerged anew. Nature's brushstrokes painted a breathtaking tableau, as if an artist had taken hold of the Earth and breathed life As the relentless march of human encroachment pressed forward, leaving behind a trail of scars upon the land, hope seemed but a distant dream. Yet, in the midst of this desolation, a remarkable transformation began to unfold. Slowly, ever so slowly, the wounds

Voices that were tiny. "Princess Amira, you are the most beautiful nymph!" Voices that were hoarse. "Princess Amira, I envy your hair!" Voices that were sultry. "I wish I had her curves!" I giggled at the praises I heard. These nymphs were beautiful in nature, and they were the sirens like the mermaids. However, they always admired each other's abilities and beauty. As I opened my eyes and stared deeply at them, my heart was pounding in happiness. The beauty of nature was exhilarating. The flowers bloomed in each glory, both big and small. The grass had different shades, from moss green to Bermuda. The sun was peeking from the blue sky. Its parallel lines glistened to every leaf and tree in

I am at peace. I am happy. The wind blew softly, making red roses blossom out of nowhere, replacing the entire sun flowers all over the garden. The garden is beyond beautiful. It is remarkable. Very gorgeous. I smile to the beauty. Nature is awesome. Nature is a very beautiful lady. The wind moved again, very close to where I stood. I twirl around smiling and chuckling happily. I stopped. As the wind moved forward. I followed it with my eyes, they landed on him.

Soon we will hardly be able to see anything, so I grab Ash “We will loss our sight soon, what will our plans be then?” “We will just have to keep walking until we reach the clearing, we have half an hour, we should get there pretty soon.” In my own opinion I didn’t like the sound of this but I wanted to get to that clearing before I started freaking out about other stuff. So I decide to distract myself and start thinking about the nature that surrounded me, the soft noises of the animals in the darkness, the creaking of tree branches as they sway in the wind like a human would to music, the song of the birds high up in trees having a good time as they spread there wings and sore across the s

The days she wanted to escape and the only thing that kept her sane were the tunes, the singing. The ripples of the lyrics made its way out of her mouth. “...If you ever feel sad. Go outside and look at the nature. A flower is beautiful, but it doesn’t know it. You are beautiful and you do not know it. But I do. A tree is strong but it doesn't know it. A tree withstands winds and rains. Hots and colds. And yet it continues to stand strong. You are strong even if you don't know it. I know you are...”

The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

I let my mind picture how creation began and how things took form. Nature. It was my favorite thing about existence. It was an oasis, escape, safe place, whatever you might call it. Nature was the cocoon that shielded my innocence. It showed me how beautiful the world could be even though the people it was made for tend to taint it. A tweet came to mind at this point: Sometimes the world seems like a very awful place but without mean people, it actually is a beautiful place to be. Being in this orchard proved that tweet to be true.

the voice whispered, and at that moment the whole surroundings changed. A heavenly-like garden appeared. It was a fall not touched by time but dreamed into existence—wished into the world by a soul aching for beauty. The land was adorned with flowers of impossible colors, blooming wildly among drifts of golden leaves. Vines curled like delicate script over stone and root, their blossoms opening like whispered secrets. The air carried a hush of warmth and wonder, as if the sky itself leaned low to listen. Soft hills rolled in shades of amber and emerald, kissed by the fresh green lips of nature—dewy moss, tender grass, and young shoots rising where none should grow. The trees, dressed in fire

Failure was not an option, for the fate of our world hung in the balance, and I would do whatever it took to ensure our victory. As we continued our journey under the watchful gaze of the moon, I allowed myself to be swept away by the beauty of the desert night. The cool breeze whispered through the dunes, carrying with it a sense of possibility and renewal. In the face of adversity, there was still beauty to be found, still moments of peace to cherish.