Raindrops’ Lullaby

Raindrops composing a lullaby on a tin roof,
Soft pitter-patter echoing, a soothing aloof.
Nature’s symphony playing a sweet tune,
Under the moon, a dance in monsoon.

The rhythm of rain, a gentle embrace,
Whispers of peace, in every trace.
A symphony of calm, in every droplet,
On the rooftop, a lullaby, the perfect duet.

The melody lulls the world to sleep,
A tranquil serenade, enchanting and deep.
Each droplet’s note, a tender caress,
On the tin roof, a lullaby, an exquisite address.

The rain’s soft song, a magical trance,
Comforting hearts with its rhythmic dance.
A celestial choir, in the dead of night,
On the tin roof, a lullaby, pure delight.

The Rustle of Autumn Leaves

The rustle of autumn leaves, a symphony so sweet,
In a secluded forest, where nature and silence meet.
Golden leaves dance and swirl, like a timeless ballet,
Whispering secrets of the past, to anyone who would stay.

The trees stand tall and proud, adorned in crimson and gold,
Their branches sway in harmony, a sight so grand and bold.
Each leaf a masterpiece, painted by an invisible hand,
A masterpiece that unfolds, in this enchanted wonderland.

The air is filled with nostalgia, as the leaves gently sway,
A gentle reminder of time, slipping away, day by day.
The earth beneath is carpeted, in shades of amber and brown,
A tranquil haven for the soul, where worries are cast down.

The rustle of autumn leaves, speaks of tales untold,
Of love that blossomed and faded, in days gone old.
In this secluded forest, where the world feels so far,
The rustle of autumn leaves, is a peaceful memoir.