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Beneath the Veil of Sky

Jan 10, 2025
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Updated: Jul 14, 2025

By Maryam Zaffar


With the shine of the sun and the shimmer of the moon,

The sky is adorned in the radiance of day and the glint of night’s tune.


Surrounded by hues of blue, green, and maroon,

The Earth is illuminated at both midnight and noon.


So many seasons to embrace,

And different species in a timeless chase,

Each contributing to nature’s perfect grace.


Spring brings forth a tender bloom,

Filling the air with sweet perfume.


Summer’s warmth spreads far and wide,

While autumn leaves in colours glide.


Winter whispers in icy breath and a frozen state,

With another season’s new life awaiting fate.


Early in the morning, birds that sing,

Their songs carried with the breeze, taking wing.

And flowers, dressed in hues so bright,

Unfold to greet the morning light.


The rivers hum a gentle song,

As they meander softly, flowing long.

While trees, with boughs outspread,

Sway gently in the wind’s soft thread.


The stars above, like the scattered jewels,

Twinkle gently as the sky darkens.

The meadows wide, embracing all,

And the shadows stretch as the quiet of the night begins to call.


As dawn’s first light begins to break,

The world stirs gently, wide awake.

And then the dusk falls with a soft glow to evening’s shade,

A dance of time with light and fade.


In the endless rhythm of day and night,

There is the nature's delight.


Once in a while, close your eyes,

And feel the beauty that before you lie—

In every leaf, in every sky,

In every breath, in every sigh.


By Maryam Zaffar







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