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JOSE GERVIC LABE, JR.
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Nature's Symphony Nature's Symphony
Cascading drops, a tiny fall,
Ruffling ripples, soft and small.
They tap the stones with gentle sound,
Awakening secrets in the ground.
The wind's fresh breath, a cool caress,
Penetrates my skin, a sweet duress.
Its chilling touch, a joyful sting,
Makes my spirit rise and sing.
Meadow grasses, swaying free,
Dance to gusts with playful glee.
Butterflies in jeweled flight,
A vision of unmatched delight.
Alley trees, their branches spread,
Cast dappled shade where sunlight's shed.
With reaching heights and leafy grace,
They frame a scene of perfect space.
Birdsong trills from up above,
A melody of peace and love.
Their serenades, a lullaby,
Lull me to rest beneath the sky.
Dew-kissed leaves in morning's gleam,
Watch me with a curious dream.
Their whispered secrets, gently blown,
Sway along as breezes moan.
The river flows with quiet stride,
Deep and murmuring, side by side.
Bathing stones in gentle spray,
Creates soft waves along the way.
A distant lake, like mirrored glass,
Reflects the sunbeams as they pass.
A fingertip breaks the surface bright,
Sending ripples through the light.
The mountain stands, a titan tall,
Head held high where heavens call.
Clouds like nests, a silver sight,
Comfort him in fading light.
Blooms in rows, a joyous smile,
Petals glistening all the while.
Their dewy sheen, a perfect sight,
Enhances beauty with pure delight. |
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