Whispers Of The Meadows Poem by Utkarsh Saini

In a meadow where the wildflowers bloom,
Beneath a sky of cerulean plume,
The whispers of the wind play a tender tune,
A symphony that ends too soon.

Golden sunlight drapes the morning's rise,
Kissing dewdrops on petals with gentle sighs,
Butterflies dance, in delicate surprise,
Tracing patterns in the endless skies.

Each blade of grass, a story to tell,
Of summer's warmth and winter's chill spell,
In the quiet moments, where shadows dwell,
Nature's secrets begin to swell.

Streams weave silver through the emerald green,
Reflecting dreams in their crystal sheen,
Echoes of laughter where children have been,
Memories linger, soft and serene.

Twilight descends, painting hues of grace,
Stars awaken in the velvet embrace,
The moon ascends with a tranquil face,
Guiding night through its celestial space.

In this meadow, time seems to cease,
A haven of harmony, a whisper of peace,
Where the heart finds solace, a gentle release,
And the soul, in silence, finds sweet release.