Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"
I'm not good at putting my own words/writing on my "digital art",
so I'd appreciate it if you could write a little poem about
the picture here in the comment field and I will reward you 😊
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I stand in the darkness
with a little light shining through
waiting for something that never
come
amongst the silence
Just a little enlightenment
That may be lost in time
I won't deny it
This is a journey
in search of the truth
With a limping walk
To get a hope
at the end of the luminous land
Can I reach
Make friends with time
Who continues to guide
To reach
the golden light at the end of the wait
The forest was our home
It gave us shelter
It gave us food
It gave us free air to breath
We cut down the trees
Built places
Cities
Ports
Halls
We built roads
We lost everything
We gained pollution
Está muriendo el día.
El sol se va otra vez.
Se ha ido otra jornada
y me siento cansado.
Ese sol de la tarde me encandila
porque mi día ha sido largo y pesado.
Se acaban mis fuerzas,
pero viene el descanso de la noche
para un nuevo amanecer.
Thanks!
The wild is no place for wandering,
Filled with trees of various sorts,
The ones you know,
And the ones you have never heard of,
Yest there is beauty in the forest,
Especially when they come together,
They bring out their usefulness,
The trees are strong suit for covering.
The green fields of distant country always make me proud
I never fail to see where is no clouds
I wish I could always see what life's meant to be
Just a lovely green field
Waiting just for me
I love to just laz
Every single day
But now I must get up
no turning away
I wish I could do this every single day
Just to lay and sit
On this lovely greedy maze
The hum of dusk greets the earth
The sun slowly sets, softly promises
The shadows of the trees hug the ground
In silence, nature speaks beautifully
Stretching green, charming shade
Under the comfortable golden sky
Silent harmony touches the soul
In violet, peace feels real
the dusk is getting fainter
the sun is getting lower
immerse yourself in the western horizon
change every vision
from light to the dark, friends
there is a charming orange
creeping across the western sky
when the star still looked so shy
there is a row of tree shadows
accompany the light that go
so no one will know
in joy and sorrow
Shadow of the hill
Become a Giant who Will Thrill
Look at your face
Full of the taste
He will come in the dark
Move fast like a shark
Run and chase
You Will be catched
In the golden embrace of dusk's fading light,
Shadows stretch long, a tranquil delight.
Whispers of leaves in the evening breeze,
Dance on the hills beneath ancient trees.
A world bathed in hues of amber and green,
A quiet haven where peace is seen.
AI?
Not enough text to check indeed
Redupnya dunia, karena hilang cahaya,
Datangnya malam, karena perginya sanga matahari.
Dunia terang, disaat sang mentari datang.
Kala senja menyapa, cahaya mulai redup,
Matahari kembali ke peraduan cintanya,
Disini hanya gemerlap malam yang tersisa.
Hijaunya alam menjadi hitam tanpa seberkas lentera yang menyinari.
The first romanticization was given by Davenport acknowledging the beauty of outdoors whenever shadows are dancing and sunlight dreaming: “Hear the nightingale; when shadows are dancing and sunlight dreaming: Where the cure for the soul can be found Happy are the people whose outer and inner worlds mirror one another, for beauty lies in the outdoors.
It looked as if a great green carpet was softly aglow.
Open ground and floor, one after the other.
Where seemed to give up nature’s mystery.
The sun sets down like a bright and hot lip.
Over the hills, a golden glaze.
As trees late at night look so neat.
Cooperating, they listen to the recalling of the nature.
It is hush and tame, a breath of it.
It also rhymed as the day begins to transform into a twilights again.
Out of the stillness grows waking dreams.
Where in balmy clime nature still doth sleep.
If you would like, post another picture and I will write a poem for it!