With the roll of gloom , when nature yearns to bloom.
When frost covers your car, and nature leaves a scar.
The dried flowers, exemplary of nature’s power.
The mountains bound, the night is gloomy without a single sound.
The owl’s melancholy cry, men at the fireplace leaving a heavy sigh.
Amidst all the sorrow, humans fail to understand the destructive tomorrow.
Approaching like a striking knife, but people are busy shedding tears for their “not so perfect” life.
The gentle dewdrops on leaves, the ice covering the lake.
Beyond what you know, a lot is at stake…..
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This is a beautiful poem. I loved it
Thank you 🙂 Glad you liked it!