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The Seasons' Shapeshifter
A Tale of Cycles and Change
In winter's hush, beneath the frost,
A creature stirs, though seeming lost.
Its form is cloaked in icy white,
A crystal shadow in moonlit night.
With spring's first blush, it sheds its cold,
Emerging bright in green and gold.
Its limbs sprout leaves, a tender bloom,
A vibrant herald defying gloom.
Come summer's glow, it shifts again,
Its coat now glistens like golden grain.
Wings of fire take to the skies,
Mirroring sunlight where freedom lies.
When autumn calls, it folds its flare,
Wearing amber tones upon the air.
A crown of leaves, a fleeting guise,
It whispers farewells to azure skies.
Through every turn, it morphs and sways,
Bound to time’s eternal maze.
Yet in its eyes, one truth holds true:
Change is life, and life renews.
nature poems
The Butterfly's Seasonal Dance
Through spring’s tender bloom it takes its flight,
A gentle creature kissed by morning light.
Emerging from its chrysalis embrace,
It flutters forth to greet the world’s new face.
Petals call out with hues so bold,
The butterfly weaves through marigold.
Dance of rebirth in the vernal breeze,
A fleeting grace among the trees.
Summer arrives with its golden glare,
A season of abundance filling the air.
Its wings now gleam in the sun’s warm hue,
A herald of joy in skies so blue.
In gardens lush and meadows wide,
It flits and floats, a sight of pride.
Every flower whispers its name,
A fleeting spirit none can tame.
When autumn dons her russet crown,
The butterfly’s wings slow their bound.
Colours fade like the falling leaves,
Nature sighs as it softly grieves.
But even in the crisp, cool air,
Its fragile beauty lingers there.
A fleeting farewell to the fleeting sun,
For soon the frost will overrun.
Winter cloaks the earth in frost and white,
The butterfly rests hidden from sight.
Dreaming of blossoms and warming skies,
Awaiting spring where joy will rise.
Through each season, it shows its grace,
A symbol of life’s ever-changing face.
The butterfly dances, a fleeting song,
A reminder that change, makes life strong.
inspirational poems
Wings Through Seasons
A Poem on Birds’ Adaptation
Upon the whisper of spring’s soft breath,
Feathers stir in the nest’s warm depth.
With blossoms blooming, the skies unfold,
Tiny wings dare to be bold.
Summer’s blaze ignites the air,
Birds take flight to realms so fair.
High above, in azure expanse,
Their songs weave melodies, a dance.
Autumn drops her crimson leaves,
A time of harvest, wind that grieves.
Birds gather, flocking in their might,
To chase the sun through endless night.
Winter chills with frosted grace,
Yet birds endure, a steadfast race.
For in the silence, strength they find,
A testament to nature’s bind.
Through seasons' change, their spirits soar,
Adaptation etched in nature's lore.
They teach us all, with tireless flight,
To find our way through the dark and light.
nature poems
First Breath
A poem about new life
I am here inside my mother’s womb,
Growing stretching, searching for more room.
My home for nine months will be as snug as a glove,
Warm safe and cozy, in my blanket of love
I hear her sweet voice as she prays every day,
“Lord, keep my baby healthy and strong,
guide our way.”
I feel her love, her faith, unwavering and true,
I know nothing will harm me, as I grow within you.
But it’s time now to leave this comfortable space,
I feel the stirrings, the shifts in my place.
I hear her groans, though her voice stays strong,
“Don’t worry, my love, it won’t be long.”
One last push and then I am here,
I breathe for the first time, my cries fill the air,
As the air enters my body, divine and true,
The world blurs in light, strange and new
In my mother’s womb I am no more,
Now grace unfolds like wings from my core.
The divine in my marrow, the truth in my flame
I am light unbroken; I live in His name.
I feel the warmth of my mother’s embrace,
Her arms holding me close, as she touches my face.
She kisses my forehead, her tears softly fall,
“Thank you, Lord,” she whispers, “for this blessing, for it all.”
Finding Wisdom in Grace
A poem about wisdom
But where can wisdom be found? Where does understanding dwell? Man does not comprehend its worth; it cannot be found in the land of the living. The deep says, ‘It is not in me’; the sea says, ‘It is not me.’
It cannot be bought with the finest gold, nor can its price be weighed in silver. It cannot be bought with the gold of Ophir, with precious onyx or sapphires. Neither gold nor crystal can compare with it nor can it be had for jewels of gold.
Coral and Jasper are not worthy of mention the price of wisdom is beyond rubies. The topaz of Cush cannot compare with it ; it cannot be bought with pure gold. Where then does wisdom come from? Where does understanding dwell?
It is hidden from the eyes of every living thing, concealed even from the birds of the air. Destruction and Death say, ‘only a rumour of it has reached our ears’ God understands the way to it and he alone knows where it dwells.
For he views the ends of the earth and sees everything under the heavens. When he established the force of the wind and measured out the waters, When he made a decree for the rain and a path for the thunderstorm,
Then he looked at wisdom and appraised it he confirmed it and tested it.
And he said to man, The fear of the Lord-that is wisdom, and to shun evil is understanding,’
Job 28:12 -28