Romans & histoires Poems About Beauty In Nature

Her tears at that time falling for me felt like a huge universe gifted my way which I was ever ready as I could be to grasp tight. I was a fucking moron to hurt her time by time. I wanted her with me. Her heartbeats to synchronize with mine. She was it for me and I wanted myself to be it for her. But not anymore. \'''If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet! But Alas! I'm none of the above In your world, I am just a wild beast!'''/

In that place, he will not just feel relaxed but can also learn how to be poetic. Beatrice took him there. Being a writer, she’s fond of that kind of environment getting the vibes she wanted to relax her mind. And he’s also an artist who is already attracted to that place. One day, while drinking wine and scanning a thick book, he happened to read a poem that reminded him much of Samantha. This is the content of the poem: ‘Midnight Beauty’ ‘Darkness bathed her world and gouged out the moon from the space.’ ‘Slowly, she wore her mask, setting aside her stoic soul.’

I turned to look out the window, and suddenly everything else fell away. The world outside was a breathtaking panorama of rolling hills and towering trees, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. The sky was a deep, brilliant blue, a canvas of perfection that seemed to stretch out forever. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I watched as the landscape changed, from towering mountains to rolling plains, each more beautiful than the last. Every curve of the road brought a new vista, a new slice of beauty that left me breathless.

The trees appeared to be higher, and a canopy that covered the sky above was made by their branches dancing elegantly together. The bird suddenly disappeared from view, leaving me speechless in the middle of a gorgeous field. The ground was covered with flowers of all colors, their petals gleaming with morning dew. It was an incredible sight, a tapestry of the artistry of nature. I couldn't take my eyes off them due to how stunning they were. As I strolled around this place and breathed in the air's delicate scent, time seemed to stand still. Every bloom seemed to be carrying a message of love, tragedy, and resiliency. The hues blended like brushstrokes on a painting, producing feelings I ha

My distraction had finally arrived. I stared up at the pale blue sky. The sun shone its golden light upon the earth, while a mild breeze stirred the surrounding trees and flowers. Birds chirped enrapturing melodies, as a river glimmered and rippled in the distance. Admiring nature's beauty was something I'd always wanted to last forever. Yet, just like everything else, it was short-lived.

She allowed herself to be enveloped by the gentle caress of the breeze, letting her mind wander freely. In the stillness of the forest, Rita discovered a deep sense of peace. She realized that nature was not just a backdrop to her solitude; it was a companion, a confidante that listened without judgment. The forest taught her the beauty of resilience, as even the most delicate flowers pushed through the hardened soil to reach for the light.

It’s impossible to feel anything but tranquillity in a place covered in pure beauty. The lake, calm from its core to the ripples that dance, reflect the blue sky with the most sincere smiles. The view of the lake calms my soul as if that body of water is as much within me as out there in the cradle of mountains. Green grasses lap at blue waters as if it is the land that kisses up to the lake, creating a view that breathes. The lake is the finest of mirrors, never showing precisely what is above but converting it into an image so beautifully smudged and broken. The weeping willow and the clouds above become a Monet – all free for the looking. Sure, it is transient, changing by the day, but th

Jenna smiled. Standing on the top of the not-so-big mountain, all of a sudden, the horizons were widened with the vast azure sea in sight. It was hard to distinguish which was the sea and which was the blue sky. The sun was hanging high in the sky, giving off a dazzling light. The turquoise sea, with its surface that was as soft as silk, with ripples and waves occasionally, was vast and boundless. The beauty of the dusk left Jenna in a daze as she exclaimed and recited a poem about the beauty of nature. "Do you like it?" Hansen stood beside her and looked around. His thin lips were slightly curved and his eyes were bright and beautiful. His expression was exceptionally appealing.

The sunlight filtered through the foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground below. I always love the window opened and it was at the moment. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, and the soft rustle of leaves created a calming melody. The world outside seemed to be moving in slow motion, inviting me to relax and savor the beauty of nature's tranquil symphony. As the car continued down the winding road, the scenery shifted and evolved, like a masterpiece of art unfolding before my eyes, this was just the perfect definition of art. It was definitely nature in a view like no one could imagine.

Riabhel and I would go for a trek or camp somewhere surrounded by nothing but nature. As I took in the scenery around me, I realized that this part of the country was indeed beautiful. It was a reminder that nature is a powerful force that can uplift and inspire us if we take the time to appreciate it. The rolling hills in the distance looked majestic, and the greenery all around was soothing to the eye. I couldn't help but notice the different hues of green that surrounded me, ranging from the deep emerald of the trees to the bright lime of the grass. The birds continued to swoop and glide in the sky, their wings flapping in unison. I was mesmerized by their synchronicity and their freedom