Sycamore leaves

Whispers call the night's allure.
Stars above pure and sure.
Dreams take flight, hearts endure,
silent woods of paths obscure.

Gentle waves kiss the shore,
lost in time, myths of yore.
Sailors seek the ocean's core,
Legends live forevermore.

Mountains high in eagles soar,
Winds of fate softly roar.
Nature's gifts, an open door.
Life's design at its core.

Sunset's glow in colors pour,
evening's peace, who could ignore.
Shadows dance, light's encore,
night descends, moon's adore.

Fields of gold, grains galore,
harvest moon in farmers swore,
bounty rich from the store,
winter's chill, nears the door.

Crystal flakes on winter's floor.
Fireside tales of no folklore.
Warmth within spirits soar
together close bonds restore.

Springtime blooms, life's restore.
Rivers rush are to explore.
New beginnings, hearts implore.
Nature's cycle evermore.

Summer's heat children's roar,
laughter rings spirits soar.
Days of joy, hearts adore,
memories made forevermore.