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...