A Poem Of Romance

In the springtime, the lake is a mirror

Reflecting the beauty of the trees in bloom

With flowers of every color in full splendor

And the majestic mountain loom.

The rain falls gently, a soothing sound

As the world awakens from its winter sleep

The air is filled with the sweet scent of the ground

And all of nature begins to leap.

In the autumn, the lake takes on a golden hue

As the leaves of the trees turn red and brown

The flowers begin to wither and bid adieu

But the mountain stands tall and proud.

Through every season, the lake, the trees, the flowers

And the mountain stands in tranquil grace

A reminder of the eternal passing of hours

And the ever-changing face of time and place.

But through it all, the beauty remains

A constant in the midst of change

A reminder of the love that sustains

And the romance of nature's endless range.

The beauty of this place,

Is not just for a season,

But all throughout the year,

It's a true and timeless reason.

To love and be alive,

To feel the earth beneath,

To be surrounded by,

Such natural and peaceful wreath.

So here I'll sit and write,

With the beauty all around,

A poem of romance,

In this peaceful and serene ground.