The Canvas Above
Sky & Nature (இயற்கை / வானம்) — English
No brush could paint the bleeding blue,
Or catch the morning’s golden hue.
The trees stand tall in silent prayer,
Breathing life into the heavy air.
The wind whispers secrets to the leaves,
A quiet magic that the heart receives.
To watch the clouds drift slow and free,
Is to know the true scale of eternity.
Tags: Nature Poem, Sky Aesthetics, Peace, Wilderness Thoughts
