A Symphony of Life
In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
A poet’s heart begins to sing,
A melody woven with the evening’s wing.
Moonlight spills on the canvas of the night,
A silver serenade, soft and bright,
Stars shimmer like diamonds in the vast expanse,
A celestial dance, a cosmic trance.
Whispers of the wind through ancient trees,
Carry secrets on the twilight breeze,
Nature’s lullaby, a soothing hum,
As the world below begins to succumb.
A symphony of crickets, a chorus unseen,
In the meadows, where dreams convene,
The river’s murmurs tell tales untold,
Of love, of loss, of stories bold.
In the tapestry of time, the moments unfurl,
A kaleidoscope of joy and pearl,
Each stanza written in life’s grand tome,
In the poetry of existence, we find our home.
With quill in hand, the poet weaves,
Words like magic, the heart perceives,
Verses echo through the corridors of the soul,
A testament to the human role.
So let the ink flow, let the spirit soar,
In the alchemy of language, forevermore,
For in the poetry of life, we find our voice,
A timeless cadence, a symphony to rejoice.
