Symphony Of Earth And Sky. Poem by Michael Cochrane

In the cradle of dawn, where sky births light. The heavens spill gold soft and bright. The sun kisses the land covering the emerald isle. Mountains rise like ancient kings, crowned in mist. Rivers flow gently through the villages, as they cradle the stones in an eternal sweep. The meadows blush in a sea of flowers. Each petal a song each blade of leaves a poem, the symphony of nature where all belong.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2024 October