Beneath the moon's soft, silver sheen,
A whispered tale, yet to be seen.
In echoes of the midnight breeze,
A poem blooms among the trees.

Stars above, like verses bright,
Compose the canvas of the night.
Each twinkling light, a stanza told,
In the cosmic rhyme, a tale unfolds.

Moonbeams dance on waters still,
Verse by verse, a tranquil thrill.
Reflections weave in liquid rhyme,
Nature's poem, an ancient chime.

Mountains stand as stoic lines,
Carved by nature's grand designs.
Silent verses etched in stone,
In the solitude, a poem's tone.

Flowers nod in rhythmic grace,
Petals whisper, an elegant embrace.
Scented verses on the air,
A fragrant poem, beyond compare.

As dawn awakens, skies ignite,
A sunrise scribed in hues so bright.
The poem of the day begins,
A masterpiece where sunlight spins.

In every breath, a stanza flows,
Life's poetic journey steadily grows.
In the vast anthology of time,
We're stardust verses, yours and mine.
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