The Spring Awakes Beneath the thaw of stretching skies, Earth’s pulse awakens in the soft caress of budding blooms.

Colors drippy, a canvass of life, weave through murmurs of rivers’ rebirth, echoing euphoric breaths of things to come, a promise to be.

Night’s Velvet Canvas Under velvet cloak, stars uncuff the night, a symphony of whispers across the sky’s expanse. The birds retire, cradled among the boughs, while moons cast shadows on the lion-hearted pines.

Crickets sing, a orchestra of serenity in the meadow’s embrace, where petals fall like dreams, woven into the fabric, light only knows.

Rain’s Serenade Listen— the earth drinks as rain lifts its voice, a serenade on thirsty soil. Each drop, a heartbeat, a promise of life, from heavens unfold, as rivers blur beneath the joyous ballet.

Nature’s laughter fills the air— a rhythm in motion, hallelujah moments dancing within the puddles, a mirror of the sky’s delight.

The Dance of Autumn Amber whispers, swaying trees, dance to the hymn of a cooling breeze. Leaves tumble, twirling, with grace they fall, a mosaic painting on nature’s hall.

In every amber whisper, in every fading light, a promise lurks, a coming night.

Winter’s Breath In the shiver of dawn, each flake a ghost, frost entwines with the dreamers’ toast. Silent, it settles, a quilt upon the ground, a blanket of solace, a peace profound.

The stillness speaks in hushed tones, nature’s lullaby for the wandering souls, come to take refuge in the silent cold, a sanctuary sacred, a story untold.

The Mountain’s Gaze Towering titans in gray, whispering winds in my hair, a moment lingers, a sacred prayer. The world beneath, a canvas vast, where shadows gulp and eagles cast.

Every rock, every trace of snow, a testament, yet one must go. Climb the heights, dare the fall, the mountain’s majesty, a beckoning call.

• Vincent Pieter