Short Poems On Beauty Of Nature Novels & Stories

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

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 the darkness of night, they existed like beautiful fireflies. Whoever had said, meant correctly that there is no competition for natural beauty. Nature is the epitome of serenity. No matter how much chaos your brain is in if you just keep quiet for a few minutes and enjoy a natural view, it feels like even with the presence of problems, everything falls into place. You feel calm and collected. There was a fountain, mesmerized by the twinkling, I went and took a seat on the concrete. My hands playing with the water. When I was a kid and wanted a break from my dad's overbearing demands, I would climb the roof of my house and would spend hours staring at the starting sky.

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. - William Wordsworth

In my head, everything was so messed up, that I couldn't figure out what I wanted. The morning of the homeland is so peaceful, Da Lat is engulfed in mist, the sun is shining in the dawn, melting the glittering dew drops in the sky, breaking into the flowers that are competing for color everywhere, I step by step slowly throughout the flower garden behind the house, all of which have withered for a long time, but only the small chrysanthemum garden is still gorgeous in the middle of the dead garden, it just keeps blooming like an angel in the underworld. Running back, I reached out and touched the small flowers lightly, a feeling of comfort, lightness indescribable, maybe this is the only pla

Nimbe silently left her in the room to attend other business, leaving her to wander further into the room and look out the windows. The sky was a tired grey, and the grass stirred slightly from an unseen breeze. As she looked out, she could see the shadows of clouds dance across the vast grass hills and the wind snake silver paths through the meadow. She could imagine the smell of rain that would be carried by the wind, and the earthy tones of the trees and flowers. It felt like it had been forever since she had seen the world- not the crowded cities, not the retched ocean- no, this world. The calm, simple kind. The only sounds that of the bird or the beetle. She closed her eyes and listened

Soft music floats through the air, enchanting ears, Adding a touch of magic, erasing all fears. A symphony of melodies, soothing and sweet, Creating an ambiance where moments are complete. Beyond the hall, French doors lead the way, To a manicured garden, in colors arrayed. Blossoms of every kind, a painter's delight, Their fragrance mingling with the balmy night. A tranquil pond reflects the moon's gentle gleam, As if holding secrets, a peaceful, shimmering dream. Whispers of a gentle breeze rustle through the trees, Caressing cheeks, carrying away worries with ease. As the evening unfolds, stars begin to dance,

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.

The sunlight filters through the ancient trees, casting dancing shadows on the path before me. Walking along the worn stone paths, I am surrounded by a symphony of nature's beauty. Roses, with their velvety petals, reach towards the sky, while vibrant butterflies flit and dance among them. Delicate fountains murmur, their water sparkling in the sunlight, creating a soothing melody that echoes through the air. Every corner reveals a hidden treasure. Intricate mosaics adorn the walls, telling stories of long-forgotten legends. Lush greenery provides shelter to tiny birds that chirp and trill, adding their own melody to the chorus of nature's song.