39 lines
No EOL
877 B
Text
39 lines
No EOL
877 B
Text
Amidst the verdant expanse,
|
|
|
|
Where cliffs embrace the azure sky,
|
|
|
|
And shadows play on nature's canvas,
|
|
|
|
A solitary soul contemplates the mystery of the day.
|
|
|
|
The sun, a radiant orb of gold,
|
|
|
|
Pierces through the veil of morning mist,
|
|
|
|
As if to herald an epiphany or revelation,
|
|
|
|
That whispers secrets from the realm unseen.
|
|
|
|
This land, a testament to time and tide,
|
|
|
|
Where ancient stones stand as silent sentinels,
|
|
|
|
In the silence of their witnessing,
|
|
|
|
They speak of stories untold, yet forever enshrined.
|
|
|
|
A landscape that is both wild and serene,
|
|
|
|
A place where past and present entwine,
|
|
|
|
In a symphony of light and shadow,
|
|
|
|
Where each element tells a tale of its own design.
|
|
|
|
And as the day gives way to night's embrace,
|
|
|
|
The stars will dance their celestial ballet,
|
|
|
|
Whispering dreams to those who dare to dream,
|
|
|
|
In this world where reality is but a veil of the ethereal. |