NATURE

In fields of gold, the sun sets low,

As gentle winds begin to blow.

*Gestures: show the sun setting low,

Sway your hand to show the winds blowing

The leaves on trees rustle and sway,

As nature bids farewell to the day.

The sky, a canvas painted with hues,

Of orange, pink, and purple blues.

*Gestures: visualize a canvas and paint

The clouds, like cotton candy spun,

Melt into the horizon, one by one.

*Pause

A symphony of sound fills the air,

As crickets chirp without a care.

Their song, a melody of the night,

A lullaby to soothe the soul and ignite.

This moment in time, a fleeting glance

A reminder that life's a precious chance.

*Pause

To cherish the beauty that surrounds,

And let the heart be forever bound.

The sound of the air flowing free,

The mountains; beautiful scenery

Metaphors, personification, and rhyme,

Bring this poem to life, one word at a time.

May it inspire and leave you in awe,

Of the magic that nature has without a flaw.