The Liquid Metamorphosis

In the sky so high, a raindrop takes flight
Sparkling like a gem, under the sun’s light
Dancing with the breeze, in a graceful spin
A liquid marvel, ready to begin

Down from the heavens, in a joyful dive
Joining forces with others, feeling alive
Cascading through the air, with joyful glee
A liquid symphony, for all to see

Resting on a leaf, a delicate pose
Glistening on petals, like a beautiful rose
Nourishing the earth, with gentle embrace
A liquid benefactor, in its rightful place

Trickling through the ground, a silent descent
Merging with the rivers, with quiet intent
Flowing towards the sea, in a grand parade
A liquid journey, not to be delayed

In the ocean’s arms, a vast expanse wide
Rising to the sky, on a watery tide
Awaiting the call, of the sun’s warm kiss
A liquid cycle, in nature’s bliss

So the raindrop lives, in a cycle so grand
Transforming in form, across sea and land
A liquid metamorphosis, for all to behold
In the wondrous tale, of water untold

The Rhythm Divine

The sun rises in the east, a golden hue,
Painting the sky with morning dew,
A new day begins, fresh and bright,
Bathing the earth in warm sunlight.

The sun climbs high, casting its light,
Birds sing and take to their flight,
Nature dances in this radiant hour,
Embracing the sun’s mighty power.

The sun descends, a fiery ball,
Casting shadows, creating a magical sprawl,
Dusk arrives, with a soft, warm glow,
The world prepares for the night’s show.

The sun sets, painting the sky,
With a palette of colors that soar high,
Stars emerge, twinkling up above,
As the sun gives way to the moon’s love.

The sun rests, but not for long,
For it will rise again, bold and strong,
Continuing its age-old, timeless rhyme,
The cycles of the sun, a rhythm divine.