The musical morning breeze blows,
That dances through the trees,
A song of love echoes in the atmosphere,
In nature's symphony, pure gold.
Each leaf that flutters, every bird that sings,
Carries secrets of forgotten paradise.
In the quiet hush of twilight's embrace,
Nature unfolds its pure gentle grace.
Through fields of lavender and Safran,
The fragrant morning breeze blows,
The heart finds solace, the spirit anew.
Every thing in Nature narrates stories,
Of love and peace, of dreams and mysteries.
So let us wander, with hearts aglow,
In this world where mysteries abound.
For in the beauty of the Divine sweet song,
We find our place, where we belong.
MyKoul
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