Short Poems On Beauty Of Nature の小説・ストーリー

She went to the window just to see the magnificent view from it. Pidge twisted the door open and walked out. Walking down the stairs on tiptoes she saw Dylan was asleep on the couch. She made her way out of the house. The world is as silent as if it ended in the night. Upon the petals sit a hundred beads of water, each one a perfect sphere, brilliant in the morning rays. Each drop sits so lightly, yet together they are enough to cause the bloom to bow toward the earth. So delicate is the flower that even these scatterings of dew are significant. Soon the gentle heat of the morning will send them back to the clouds and the bloom will raise her head, calling to the summer bees.

Is it real or a painting? What a stunning view, it looked like the family of three was descended on earth from the heavens! " You see that moon" pointing his finger, the man said to his wife. "So beautiful," smiled the lady. "Thy beauty will be tainted, Covered by the dark clouds Thee will wish to elude the pain. Finding no way around to hide, Nature! Thine beauty will be forced to witness the terror that I Oucht to pall over, that will dwell with thee forever."

How I wish she could see her own beauty, her green bounty and earthy browns, yet perhaps I should wish for her peace and the wisdom to simply be what I am. I imagine each dancing leaf as one from a favourite book, each one with a story of nature, with its own lyrics of the wind and memories of the birds. Each one is art, a bold green with infinite nuance for the eye who dwells in awe and love. This tree, this mighty feat of nature, has taken so many years to grow, all of those tiny moments morphing imperceptibly into the present. Yet that's the thing about growth, it is only when we compare with a sense of the months and years past that we see such amazing changes.

All of them came along with one letter: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea. But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid?

Haven couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips, her eyes taking in the breathtaking scene before her. A small lake laid at the center of the clearing, glistening beautifully under the moonlight. It looked so calm and serene, looking like a thousand diamonds laid side by side. The moonlight shone brightly in this part of the forest. Standing there , Haven thought everything felt so surreal , her eyes mesmerized by the beauty of this place. The trees scattered around the small lake made everything look even more magical. She could just sit around , enjoying the beauty of nature all night long. She had never seen anything this beautiful before. If it wasn’t for the pain she felt in he

Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore. For what be this odd muse That upon my aging senses does so readilyEnthuse...And to my inner soul so inextricably Implore? Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to Say, Before darkly gathering skies extinguish Over weak flames of the last spluttering Ray, Perhaps it is our inner voice That seeks out the solitudes of Tranquilities choice - To witness and record and dutifully store... Those rare and fleeting moments We all too briefly adore.

I ask “Sure princess” A symphony of nature unfolds at the scenic viewpoint. The canvas of the landscape is painted with hues of vibrant green, as if the hills themselves are alive and breathing. Majestic trees stand sentinel, their leaves whispering secrets to the breeze. The sunlight plays hide-and-seek through the foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground below. In the distance, the mountains cradle the horizon, their peaks kissing the sky. A river meanders through the valley, its waters glistening like a silver ribbon under the gentle caress of the sunlight. Wildflowers sway in the breeze, adding a burst of color to the verdant tableau.

The soft rustle of the leaves harmonized with the distant murmur of the waves, creating a symphony of nature's embrace. In that moment, time seemed to stretch and elongate, as if the universe itself was savoring the beauty of the scene. The subtle dance of sunbeams played on Marianne's features, highlighting the joy in her eyes and the curve of her lips. The air was filled with an unspoken poetry, an ethereal connection between two souls captivated by the serenity of the beach.

They are like some next-level artistry, adding depth and intimacy to the scene. When you are gazing at "Dancing Flames," it is like you are right there by the fire, feelin' the crackle of the embers and basking in that cozy glow. Ayana has this knack for making' you lose yourself in the beauty of nature, and trust me, "Dancing Flames" is no exception. It's like she is inviting' you to get lost in the moment and embrace the awe-inspiring power of the natural world.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"