Symphony Of Beauty

Deadlines bind tight, a prison of time,
Chains rattling with every tick of the clock.
A play of words, a never-ending song,
A cacophony of voices, clamoring for attention.

Amidst the chaos, a yearning for release,
A respite from the madness, a moment of peace.
The call of nature, a balm for the soul,
Divine in its simplicity, yet profound in its role.

Words, empty shells, devoid of meaning,
Hollow and shallow, a mere facade of communication.
But the land speaks a language beyond compare,
A symphony of beauty, of eloquence so rare.

In the end, it is nature that reigns supreme,
Her voice, a soothing balm, a gentle stream.
And though deadlines will come and go,
The beauty of the land, forever aglow.