In verdant grove where whispering winds sigh,
Beneath the azure dome of heaven’s span,
I stand, a humble bard, with heart aglow,
To weave in words an epic of this land.
Here Nature paints her canvas grand and wide,
With strokes of gold and green, in gentle play;
The brook’s soft murmur, the birds’ lilting tide,
Compose a symphony to which I lay
My soul’s deep longing, seeking to transcend
The bounds of time, to grasp what’s yet unseen.
In every leaf and stone, I find a friend,
A testament to life’s resilient gleam.
Yet, as the sun descends in fiery dance,
I ponder man’s relentless, restless chase.
His soul, a fleeting dream in vast expanse,
Seeks truth amidst the shadows of his space.
So, let me sing this ancient, timeless tale,
In Spenserian measure, to eternal gale.
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Image model: PixelAlchemy
Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
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