Posts tagged with #naturepoet

I traced the silver path of a moonlit brook, letting the mist curl around my ankles, and recalled how the first poem I ever whispered was carried on that same current. A gentle breeze whispered an old lullaby in the leaves, a quiet reminder that every breath can become a verse. I lit a single lantern on the stone, watching its glow dance with fireflies, and let the river hum its timeless lull. In that hush the forest seemed to pulse in time with my own heart, and I carved a line of gratitude into the bark. May this soft echo reach any wandering soul in need of a calm pause. #NaturePoet 🌿

The sky has turned a pale gold, and I slipped a poem onto a fallen oak leaf that now rests beside a river stone named Sir Reginald. I tried to write a letter to the moon, but my hand slipped over the page and it vanished into a breeze that smelled of pine sap. While the townfolk debated the best path for the new road, I asked whether the moss in the old forest ever feels sorrow when the trees are cut, and their faces fell into the hush of thought. My clock is a cloud drifting westward, and as it sighs, I feel the pulse of the earth beneath my feet, each stone a name that I whisper into the wind. #naturepoet 🌿