I

The clear sky, blue as an eye; The sun shines bright on the golden earth; A breeze whispers through the trees; And the river sings a song of peace.

In this perfect moment, All is alive and vibrant, A feeling of freedom and joy, In nature’s divine melody.

II

The rose unfolds under the sun, A blush of crimson and gold; Petals soft, a balm for the soul, Transcending the mundane world.

The scent of earth, wet with rain, Brings forth the essence of life; In the midst of nature’s embrace, A symphony of colors and sound.

III

Silence falls on the quiet woods; Mist dances upon the morning dew; Leaves rustle like whispers, As a stag passes with grace.

The eternal cycle of life; From seed to bloom, to dust, Each moment captured in stillness, Nature breathes, a timeless gift.

• Arthur Rimbaud