POETRY

Under a Velvet Moon

Soul tune

In twilight’s hush, beneath the sky’s soft gleam, I find solace in a moonlit dream, Amongst the flowers, I tread with care, Their beauty whispers secrets rare.

The moon, a pearl in the velvet night, Guiding me with its gentle light, And flowers bloom, their petals unfurled, A tapestry of wonders in this world.

I care for the fragile petals’ grace, And the moon’s serene, celestial embrace, For in their essence, I find a reflection, Of life’s beauty and divine perfection.

So let me tend to each bloom and bud, And bask in the moon’s silver flood, For in their presence, my spirit soars, Amidst nature’s symphony, forevermore.

In the garden’s gentle bloom, Where flowers whisper tales of hope, I find solace in their fragrant grace, A symphony of colors in the heart’s place.

Beneath the watchful eye of the moon, I weave my dreams in its silver cocoon, Its gentle glow a soothing balm, Guiding me through the night so calm.

With petals soft and hues so bright, The flowers bloom in the hush of night, Their beauty a reflection of my soul, In their presence, I feel whole.

I care for these earthly treasures, dear, The flowers and the moon so near, For in their essence, I find my peace, A connection that will never cease.

In the garden where petals bloom, I whisper secrets to the moon, For in their beauty, I find solace, A bond with nature, pure and honest.

The flowers sway in the gentle breeze, Their colors bright, their fragrance, peace, Each petal holds a story deep, Of resilience and love to keep.

And as the moon rises high above, A guardian of the night, a beacon of love, It watches over all below, The flowers bask in its soft glow.

Together, we form a sacred bond, Nature’s wonders in velvet light, In caring for the flowers and the moon, I find soul harmony in loving tune.

© 2024 Amy Christie