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The Beauty of Nature
#WritcoPoemPrompt34

At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,

I can see the hues painted by the setting sun,
Coloured in shades of blushing pink,
Bathed in a warm glow of burnished gold;

I can discern the peace of the still lake,
Gently ripling in silvery circles,
Mirroring, also, the magnificence of the distant mountains;

I can descry the sweet music of the twittering birds,
Bursting forth from betwixt the evergreen trees,
Colouring the poetry of my mind;

I can contemplate the perfume of the scented spring,
Tenderly caressing my knowing senses,
Whilst painting a smile on my rosy lips;

I can hear the sound of the distant brook,
Bubbling forth with a jaunty tune,
And beckoning on my imagination.

At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,

I sit among the wild and evergreen grasses,
Admiring the rosy evening sky,
As I drift into sweet dreams untold.

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