write a poem

In a quiet glade where the wildflowers bloom, Underneath the vast, whispered canopy loom, The sun spills its gold like a painter’s soft brush, And the world holds its breath in a tranquil hush. A brook dances lightly, a murmuring song, As the leaves rustle secrets of all that belongs, The wind weaves a story through branches and leaves, Telling tales of old lovers and dreams spun like webs. Here, time takes a pause; it strolls hand in hand, With the shadows that play on the warm, tender sand. The sky blushes pink as the day bids goodbye, While stars shyly peek from the deep velvet sky. Oh, moments like these are the treasures we keep, In the folds of our hearts, where memories sleep, For nature's embrace is a balm for the soul, In this refuge of stillness, we gently feel whole. So let us come wander where beauty is found, In the chorus of nature, let peace be our sound. For life is a fleeting and delicate dance, And in every small heartbeat, there lies a great chance.