Short Poems On Beauty Of Nature Novels & Stories

"That's thе bеauty of naturе. It's rеsiliеnt and constantly еvolving. It's likе a living, brеathing еntity that adapts to whatеvеr comеs its way." I smilеd, fееling a rush of warmth in my hеart. "And it's so pеacеful out hеrе. Thе tranquility of thе forеst is likе a balm for thе soul. It's whеrе wе can еscapе from thе chaos of thе world and truly connеct with oursеlvеs."

Nature is what we are subjected to Do not swing your mind For a further gain Than nature can give Be fair Bow down humble It’s nature after all Whether fair or unfair! Rejected Dejected You stand as unfair To you Love yourself And find your way Up there I know you need roof Loaf and love too But do not endanger life For the shortest span of life All in your mind Think big Extend Build up Rise up fair Up there is your goal Of life Not down here Accept nature Do not self impair You are more precious Than me I marvel the art of nature Right up here Right down there Come smile your way To the day Through the pain That dwells Say go away from here

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

I nodded back and ran after them. While running I enjoyed the scene of nature around me. If you ask me what's the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, touched, or felt with your hands. I would say Nature. It's just amazing to be around it like it was when I was near Amol. He was perfect too like nature, beautiful, attractive, pure but at the same time unpredictable and full of secrets.

Soft blue lights illuminate the courtyard all around us, and I feel like a fairy, walking through a majestic, efflorescent forest. There's a certain magic floating along in the breeze, as though the trees are playing a mischievous song, and the trickling of the pond's water is singing along to the playful tune. Beauty that invokes this type of emotion should be enjoyed, should be cherished. Do the people of Inspiria even spend time wandering on the pebble paths, or wiggle their toes in the clover patches? Do they even savor the aroma of the flowers? Everyone here always seems to always be in such a hurry.

Then she began to sing. Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free, 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, 'Twill be in the valley of love and delight. When true simplicity is gained, To bow and to bend we will not be ashamed, To turn, turn will be our delight, Till by turning, turning we come round right.

When the flame touched the orbs, they turned into white orbs. “ong, gni brahma anglebur panca maha butha, anglukat sarining merta. mulihankene kite ring betara guru, tumitis kita dadi manusia mahatama. ong rang sah, prete namah.” They kept repeating the chant while sprinkling the coconut water to the gravestone that they passed by. Three hours later, they returned to their shelters. Their leader entered the shelter and put off the hood letting out her long white hair that indicates that she is an old woman yet she is still beautiful. She then brushed her messy hair.

If my friends were here they would have been too happy," "Why you love nature so much?" I thought for a while before answering his question, "Nature is our only way of soothing our mind, easing our pain, enjoying our life, and love it like a mother. Nature is like a free cinema hall, with lots of twists, turns, beauty like divas, revenge against human's adverse activity, again love and showered us with its prosperity like mothers. You would never get bored of observing the diversity of nature. Besides, Poor like me doesn't have enough money to live a colorful life like you."

She described her thoughts on it in relation to nature and destruction and decided to share another piece of hers she was proud of. She turned her laptop to face Remus and he read the poem. Degradation Filthy, but, yet alive The dust rises around Growing and spreading Like parasites clinging to what little there is The dust rises around Its legs dug into the ground Like parasites clinging to what little there is Sucking the life force around them Its legs dug into the ground The roots spread out deep below Sucking the life force around them Leaving nothing behind The roots spread out deep below Running its lines and taking over Leaving nothing behind

Love is the beauty of the soul. *******