On a pristine day, when the azure sky stretches infinitely above, there stands a sentinel of hope and reassurance: the lighthouse. Its tall, majestic figure rises proudly against the backdrop of the clear heavens, evoking a myriad of emotions.
Morning’s gentle kiss,
Azure skies and oceans gleam,
Calmness born anew.
Amid sylvan realm where waters meet,
A bridge of light ‘twixt sky’s retreat,
With wings unfurled, in morning’s hush,
A tale untold begins to blush.
In meadows kissed by golden light,
Where wildflowers bloom, a pure delight,
Amidst the boundless, vast expanse,
A serenity, a tranquil dance.
Beneath the silver moon’s soft glow,
An inviting home, a tranquil show.
Its entry adorned with colors so true,
Vibrant petals in moonlight’s view.
Under the golden caress of the setting sun, the world takes on a timeless hue. Rolling hills stretch endlessly, undulating like the gentle breaths of slumbering giants. Each rise and fall tells stories of ancient whispers, of lives lived in harmony with the land.
Wet night, empty streets,
In eerie calm lost hearts roam,
Seeking, not finding.