Sometimes I feel myself transported into a realm where time ceases to exist, and nature's beauty reigns supreme. The vivid tapestry of colors and emotions, capturing a moment in time that speaks to the soul always makes me thoughtful.
The sky is like a boundless expanse of cerulean blue, stretches far beyond the horizon. When it meets the earth in a harmonious embrace, my poetic mind becomes a craftsman of words. I see fluffy, white clouds drift lazily across the heavens, casting soft shadows that dance upon the landscape below. It is like a surreal landscape that can impose a true impression of Pantheism in the poet's mind.
The sun, a golden orb, bathes the world in its warm, gentle light, imbuing everything with a sense of tranquility and peace. But I consider it as an inspiration towards a new tomorrow.
Every now and then, I try to pay a visit to nature. I wander around the field of wildflowers that sways gently in the breeze, their vibrant hues of red, yellow, and purple creating a riot of color that delights my eyes. Each delicate petal seems to whisper a story of its own, I imbibe them and try to recollect them in my poems. A celestial tale of resilience and beauty can be seen into the face of life's challenges. The air is filled with their sweet, heady scent, mingling with the earthy aroma of the freshly turned soil; and I simply sink into oblivion!
A babbling brook winds its way through the meadow, I try to meet him on his way. The crystal-clear waters are sparkling in the sunlight with the soothing sound of the water over smooth stones is like a melody, a natural symphony that harmonizes with the gentle rustling of the leaves. Suddenly I woke up by the distant calls of birds. The brook is like a lifeline, nurturing the flora and fauna that thrive in this idyllic setting. I paint my poetry book with these feelings.
I always adore the majestic trees, with their sturdy trunks and graceful branches, stand like a sentinel over the scene. Their leaves made with myriad of greens, rustle softly in the wind and I fill my bag of verses with them. Creating a soothing chorus that speaks of ancient wisdom and enduring strength all this rustic setting enchants my mind towards enlightenment.
As the trees provide shelter and sustenance for the creatures that call this place home, my thoughts are also rooted into their roots of nature; reaching deep into the earth, anchoring them firmly in place.
Amidst this beautiful moment, I am at peace. The worries and cares of the world fade away, leaving only a profound sense of connection to the earth and all its wonders. My poems recollect the subtle beauty. And as I stand amidst them, I lost myself in the magic of these moments. I can remember the words of Wordsworth: "Nature never did betray the heart that loved her."
