Nature has a way of making you smile,
Of making hearts pause just to sigh.
Where silence speaks and moments never seize,
There sits the lady by the stream.
She waits, but not in a shade
She waits where peace and calmness spread.
A living portrait, calm and deep,
As if the world had gone to sleep.
The water moves, the sky reflects,
Nature and her soul connects.
The stream and sky, both painted in blue,
A chemistry or RNB and blues
No rush, no noise, no broken mind
Just breath exchanged like aged wine.
No need for grand or loud displays,
Just soft light and nature’s ways.
A masterpiece, not torn, not torn,
But simply resting, simply born.
Charcoal and crayon on paper
