In the realm of nature, where wonders reside,
A poem shall bloom, with personification as our guide.
With each word, we'll bring life to the trees,
And dance with the rivers and feel the gentle breeze.

Oh, mighty mountains, reaching for the sky,
Your peaks touch the heavens, so grand and high.
Your shoulders so strong, standing tall and proud,
As the sun kisses your summit, a golden shroud.

The sun, a charming painter with a radiant smile,
Gently waking the flowers, mile after mile.
He whispers to the roses, "Blossom and bloom,
For your colors bring joy, and chase away gloom."

The rivers, they sing with a melodious tune,
As they meander through valleys, under the moon.
They murmur secrets to the stones on their way,
And reflect the stars in a shimmering display.

The trees, like wise elders, their branches outstretched,
Whispering tales of wisdom, never to forget.
Their leaves, like hands, embrace the gentle rain,
As they dance with the wind, in a harmonious refrain.

The clouds, fluffy dreamers in the endless sky,
Drift and morph, as if they could never say goodbye.
They paint pictures with their wisps of white,
Creating masterpieces, in the soft, fading light.

Nature, a symphony, where all life takes part,
A captivating canvas, where beauty ne'er departs.
In this poem, personified, nature shall thrive,
A tribute to its wonders, forever alive.

-Scrystal
SInspirerSF10
© Shreya R. G. Kanade