Upon the fallen leaves, falls the new seasons snow Where children once played upon, watching them grow Yet now a gust of wind, comes to blow them all away And now the leaves are led to a brand new ground to lay Goodbye autumn, I’ll remember your warm little leaves I’ll miss the problem of simply having to wear longer sleeves As now the raging winter comes, a great violent crash For the wind blows them everywhere as they dance around and thrash Don’t cry autumn, I won’t forget

The rain stopped sometime in the night By morning, the street was dark with water the air smelled like soil and leaves Puddles lay across the pavement holding broken reflections of clouds and branches The trees dripped slowly each drop tapping the ground like a quiet clock Grass bent under the weight of rain then lifted itself again The world continued quietly, cool and rinsed by rain, changed in small, careful ways you’d only notice if you stopped to look Please give a detai

The wicked untimely winds of the north cloud May clouds. Grey the early morning The September fog smudges silver streaks into its soft bellies, The Sunday skys weeps in shards that pierce my skin. Not enough to cut past the pain, just enough to re-open and season Stale wounds. Placing rolling boulders Into my head, pounding L e f t and r i g h t. Like a hopefully desperate mother Whose child, simply, gone with the wind With no credible eyewitnesses Sits with his scent

They drifted by through the summer dreams, Brushed with a hue of a painted stream. Petals fell gently, where they go, Only the soft wind seems to know. Each one a note in the meadow’s tune, Dancing gracefully with the full moon. Warming up memories if they might, Carrying daylight into the night. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The poem evokes a gentle, dreamlike reflection on the beauty and transience of nature and moments in

The ocean stands before me, dark and still If I stare long enough, the ink may transfer. Millions of lines like the bark of a tree next to the morning sky Two separate worlds, yet fit together. I look up, a terrestrial gradient to see How the paint blends from teal to cobalt blue The death of night and the new life of day Strangely soothes me. I want to stay here Lost and flowing with the calm waves. I don’t care if I die, as its a golden feel, That I can forget everything fo

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a step out into the breeze, chilly but also free. where the drowned and the soft sands meet, the first steps, so bitter yet sweet....

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Ponds shiver beneath the ice, whispers of frozen paradise. Oh, so daring, with much vigilance, he crawls on the ice with a frozen dance....

Deep in the ocean, the waters pitch black and merciless, a fish exhaled softly. And a bubble was born. Obsidian Midnight Sapphire Pastel The bubble floated to the top, and it beheld the scorching light of the sun in its eyes for the first time. "Hello," said a voice. The bubble looked around. "Who are you?" And so began the friendship between ocean and bubble. The bubble found its new friend perplexing. Sometimes, it was gentle as a mo

Drip. Its cold outside, leaves fall, crumble under weight of raindrops as lakes spill over. Drop. Feet freeze, hair dampens, lips turn blue. Unbearable is the grey rim covering the sky. Unbearable is the damp earth sinking in with each step. Drip. But at the end of each drop, haze parts the sky, leaves turn green, water turns to life. Beauty is the nature, the water, the drips and drops That give us the gift of life Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and mai

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The Earth is beautiful and she knows it She shows off her breathtaking landscapes Her curves of mountains and her flow of rivers While we like to act as if she is trash By burning her beauty to the ashes Trails of oil in her waters, moutains of plastics on her grounds - but The Earth is beautiful and she knows it She flings her beauty in our eyes With every sunset and sunrise The Earth is beautiful - and We should know it - Léonie Please give a detailed explanation about th

ocean the tranquil waves, whispering me to the limitless sand the glistening sun, bouncing off the indigo waters little do we know, a...