Short Poems On Beauty Of Nature Novels & Stories

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.

As if guided by an unseen force, I turned a corner and found myself standing before a magnificent greenhouse adorned with an array of vibrant flowers. I stopped to admire the beauty of nature. The beauty before me was breathtaking. Each petal seemed to radiate its own unique hue, forming a kaleidoscope of color that awakened my senses. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, and my worries momentarily dissolved as I stood there, silently appreciating this burst of nature's artistry. I couldn't help but imagine capturing this moment on canvas. I truly wished that I could immortalize the beauty that surrounded me. But my tools weren't with me.

The world outside seemed so vast and full of possibilities, yet at this moment, all that mattered was the simple joy of being alive and witnessing the beauty of nature. As the morning wore on, Neha remained by the window, her eyes drinking in every detail of the scene before her. She watched as the clouds continued their slow dance across the sky, their shapes morphing and shifting with each passing moment. The sun climbed higher, casting its warm glow over the landscape and painting everything in shades of gold and amber.

Small ripples danced across the surface, creating intricate patterns that sparkled like diamonds in the fading light. Severa and I settled down on the grass, side by side. I could feel the coolness of the earth beneath me, a subtle contrast to the warmth of the evening sun still lingering on my skin. A brief lull fell over the park, the evening's chorus hushed momentarily as if granting us a private moment. "There is magic in simple things," Severa muses aloud, her eyes locked onto the sun dipping lower into the horizon, casting elongated shadows that merged with the darkness creeping from the forest edges. "We often forget to notice."

But with the elegant man next to me, I couldn’t help but feel clumsy, feel dirty, honestly, I simply felt like less, like not enough. The palace was growing larger and larger, while the gravel road got shorter and shorter. In front of us, a large fountain protruded, making the road part into two to make room for it. It was gorgeous, horses running around it made in marble, the water hitting the stone making it shine in the sunlight. Around the road were flowers on top of flowers, in every kind of color, resembling the paint on his face. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, meant mostly for myself. But it was the truth. The nature was phenomenal, and no matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn’t fi

🎵 Alone in the garden 🎵With cool breeze brought by nature. 🎵As cool as you blow,as adorable as you make one feel,as happy as you make one be, you can't be compared to the loves of my life. 🎵Even the most beautiful thing in the world, 🎵 Can't be compared to the loves of my life. 🎵Cause they are like treasures hard to find but if found should be cherished forever. 🎵..... Damn..Ain't i just so good? 💎Elva's POV💎

It was a place where worries dissolved, and the soul found solace in the embrace of nature's beauty. The garden with its breathtaking beauty and the serene lake embodied the essence of tranquility, inviting visitors to lose themselves in its embrace. Each step was a journey through a paradise where the senses were awakened, and the spirit rejuvenated. It was a sanctuary of respite and a testament to the remarkable artistry of nature itself.

he added pointing to a point in the distance that was barely in view even on a day as clear as this. Our surroundings were beautiful and our journey gave me plenty of time to appreciate that. The sun glistened perfectly on the pristine snow which crunched underneath our feet as we walked and mountains stretched for as far as the eye could wander. Each stood in its individual massiveness on the landscape like a crowd of giants with snow-covered slopes and daggering peaks. It reminded me of a poem I once read: 'the prelude' by William Wordsworth. You never know the power and intimidation of nature until you are amongst it. Swallowed by it. Overcome by it.

"Now, without my help, say what you just learnt." He cleared his throat, "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a hundred winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the twinkling... stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry,

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.