In a world of whispers, I yearn to speak, With simple words, a poem I shall weave. No stolen echoes, no borrowed lines, Just my heart's rhythm, dancing in rhymes.

Let's paint a picture with words so clear, Of golden sunsets and skies so near. With gentle breezes and fields of green, Where nature's beauty can be seen.

A solitary bird, soaring up high, Its wings unfurl, touching the sky. A melody sung, a song of grace,...