Short Poems On Beauty Of Nature Novels & Stories

Amber’s thoughts drifted like the wisps of clouds scattered across the sky. As the last sliver of sun dipped below the horizon, the symphony of colors began to fade away, giving way to a star-studded sky that signaled the arrival of the night. Amber turned to Devlin, a soft smile playing at the corner of her lips, and he returned the gesture, his eyes reflecting the warmth of their silent communion. “There is nothing more beautiful than the beauty of nature.” Amber said dreamily, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I leaned closer, marveling at the intricate petals. "It's stunning," I replied, a soft smile gracing my lips. "Despite the chaos around it, it managed to bloom so gracefully. It's a reminder that beauty can flourish even in the most challenging circumstances." Nyx nodded, her eyes sparkling with a mix of awe and determination. "Exactly. Just like this garden, life throws challenges our way, but we have to keep tending to it. We can't let the weeds take over."

{'She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that's best of dark and bright. Meets in her aspect and her eyes.'} Quinn Eyes close, the sound of the ocean waves spoke calmly in my ears. I tried to enjoy myself as I lied down under the sun yet there was always lacking: the sun heat, the sea breeze, and all that reminded me that I had lost a significant thing. However, paradise also recalled the beautiful taste. Her lips and those eyes which kept the colors bright upon all my sight could see.

"Your beauty captivates the heart, oh virgin... It becomes an unforgettable charm. Your face is like a full moon painting. Presenting an inescapable beauty. The rays of your eyes hint at gentleness. Your smile is alluring and soothing to the soul. The embroidery of your lips is beautiful and charming. It becomes a very beautiful work of art. Your voice flows beautifully. Like an enchanting song. Your every move shudders gently. Spreading unforgettable warmth. Your beauty is not just in your face. It's in your whole incarnate self. Your perfect body becomes an aura that radiates clearly. A woman like you is a gift from God. Bringing happiness in every second of life. Your beauty is as soothin

In the soft glow of the afternoon light filtering through the rain-kissed windows, mother and child found solace and connection in the shared reverence for the natural world's grace and wonder. As they watched the rain together, Mama Hazel and Theo found beauty in the simplicity of the moment, a bond of love and understanding that transcended time and space. In the gentle symphony of raindrops and the quiet embrace of their shared sanctuary, they discovered the timeless joy that comes from being present and attuned to the magnificence of the world around them, a reminder of the eternal connection that unites all living things in the embrace of nature's eternal dance.

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.

Your face is so exquisite that I forget how to speak, And with every visit to your beauty I become more weak. I wish that I could touch you like I do each time I write, If each caress could come to life and make you smile so bright. Your lips are so delightful, like sweet icing on a cake; Dear God, how much more endless pleasure can I slowly take? Darling, would you let me pay attention to each one? And with each kiss confess to you the things I would have done? Just the thought of tender bliss can render words like this; Oh, you are so beautiful, with love I am so full.

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. How many times had she seen us at our worst? How much had we hurt her without even realizing it? Feeling overwhelmed, I turned to the next page and found a short poem scribbled in her neat handwriting. It was about stars, rivers, and memories. Reading her words, I felt a sense of peace and calm wash over me. It was as if Val was speaking to me through her poetry, reminding me of the beauty and wonder of life.

His feet dragging against the ground, his legs too tired to walk properly. The forest stretches beyond the horizon. Mountain peaks towering over the valleys, a place untouched for eons. Nature in its purest form. Death disguised as beauty, a place where you can spend the rest of your life in peace and tranquility. But there is a looming morbid force inside. Ready to rear its ugly head if you're not careful. It's, therefore, a place of love. Nature does not discriminate. It simply takes back what is rightly theirs. Nature and death are the two forces of love. They both allow everything to live and to die.

The man always looks vibrant to Gracie, this moment especially with his red hair and beard, the blue clothing against the greenery of the trees and river. “What are you reading?” Gracie, taken back a little by his energy and concentration on her, lets out a sigh. “It is a book of nature poems, something with impermanence in the title. It is quite pleasant. It helps remind me to slow down, focus on nature, marvel, and breathe.” “Sounds nice, slow down and focus on nature. I may have to try that some time. You like poetry?” “Yes, I have always liked poetry and writing in general. So, what are you up to?” the woman asks.