Beauty, That can Never be Undone
The rolling hills and verdant fields,
With streams that gently weave and meld,
The trees that reach towards the sky,
And clouds that glide, as if to fly.
The mountains standing tall and proud,
With crags that jut and peaks that shroud,
The sun that dips below the crest,
And shadows fall, in nature’s rest.
The deserts vast and orange hued,
With sand dunes sculpted by the wind,
The sky so wide, with stars that twinkle,
And silence that makes the soul dwindle.
The landscape, a tapestry unspun,
With beauty, that can never be undone.
