A lake reflects the sky without a sound.

The mist, like whispers, curls around each tree,

And mountains rise in silent majesty.

The smell of earth and rain, a sweet perfume,

Beneath the night sky's vast and starry room.

Among the clouds, the moonlight softly plays,

In nature's calm, where peace forever stays.

Beyond the mountains and lakes

In a wooden cabin I sit in solitude.

As the rain trickled on the cabin roof

The smell of pain and sorrow storms by

Like the clouds on a hailing night.

Blood as dark as roses splattered on the forest floor

Where grass and moss bestow a beautiful lie.

The war yet to end

I lied on the ground

Riddled with bullets I sit in a broken silence, one every few seconds the obstructing sounds of explosions can be heard, as I look at the sky, with dread in my eyes.

A memory not yet forgotten by yours truly.

When death is in sight, only then nature's beauty shines bright.

Covalcic Antoniu Grade X-A

The smell of wood comes to life.

The roses are leaving us,

Only the mist remains betwen the mountains.

The sun sets over the lake,

Night sky’s stars in dreams awake.

Nature's beauty, wild and free,

A peaceful symphony for me.

Vaideanu Denisa 10A

Gracieuse comme un cygne

Ton douce parfum de lilas

Ça me fait sentir comme

Un petit enfant dans

un jardir qui fleurit en mai.

Tes yeux sont bleu lac,

et ta peau brille comme

les rayons du soleil

Tes lèvres sont aussi fines

Que les pétales d’un iris

Ta voix est apaisante comme

le vent qui souffle dans

le feuilles de l’arbre.

Lilas et iris ,em douce union

Les feuilles dansent au souffle du vent ,Sous l' arbre majesyeux ,un moment apaisant.

Près du lac tranqulle, ou glisse le cygne blanc,

Les perfumes s'elevent, un reve apaisant

Le jardin s'illumine, nature en symphonie

Dans ce havre de paix, bautè infinie.

Gokalemin Zeki Denis & Fratila Sahsa Martin

Les roses chantent le desir

Au soleil qui represente le Createur

Et le vent souffle fort

Feuilles d’iris quotidiennes.

La cygne est assise sur le lac gele

A cote du beau jardin

Beaucoup de lilas at d’arbres

Confuses et sauvages.

Dans le parc de la ville

Un cygne est assis comme un ange

Au bord du lac clair

Ou chantent les arbres

La symphonie de la nature qui ravit.

Le soleil semble lointain

Lilas et iris trouves

Dans un coin de nature

Ou coule une goutte

De la merveilleuse creation

Du monde oublie.

Et les roses bleues

Je pleure avec les feuilles

Pour le desir de creation

Et les jardins depuis le debut

Maintenant souffles par le vent.

L'arbre aux rayons perdus du soleil

Rayonnant sur un lac

Jardin de feuilles qui ont péri dans le vent

Et les feuilles d'une chauve-souris

Brillant d'une rose

Et à la fin un iris aux mille sentiments

Looking across the lake, I see a rose,

I can smell it, it's so divine.

In the night sky I see a star,

That shone brightest and the rain brought.

The clouds are coming and the rain seems to be coming,

The mist covers the leaves that are already ruined.

Lost in the woods, I head for the lake,

For the rain does not come, the roses lie.

Their scent is so divine,

I'd go to the mountain but there's not enough...

There are no rose gardens,

There you can hardly see beauty through the thorns.

A warm breeze with flowers is waiting,

The glad sun gladly turns its warmth to them.

A mountain of flowers, that keep watching him,

So much flowers and nature love.

The smell of roses fills the air,

Clouds drift across the night sky,

Whispering secrets they share.

Through the woods, a misty veil,

Leaves rustle in a soft ballet,

A mountain stands tall and proud,

Guarding a lake where dreams lay.

The smell of roses carried by the breeze.

Clouds drift above, their secrets to keep,

While the nightsky watches, in a silent, deep sleep.

Through the woods, where mist weaves its spell,

Leaves rustle softly, their stories to tell.

A mountain stands tall, a guardian so grand,

By the lake's still waters, where dreams gently land.

In this tranquil realm, where nature's heart beats,

Each element a memory, each moment it repeats.

With rain and roses, clouds and mist,

I find a world where beauty and calm coexist

Dawn's Grace

In the woods where shadows play,

The rain falls soft, a gentle sway.

The smell of earth, of life reborn,

Rises with the coming dawn.

Roses bloom with petals bright,

Their colors bold against the night.

The clouds above, a drifting sea,

In twilight's grasp, they roam so free.

The night sky painted with distant stars,

Whispers secrets from afar.

In the mist, the leaves do dance,

Each one caught in nature's trance.

A mountain stands with towering grace,

A sentinel in this sacred place.

At its feet, a tranquil lake,

Reflects the dawn as creatures wake.

In nature's embrace, beauty abounds,

In every sight and every sound.

From rain's soft kiss to mountain's peak,

The wonders of the world we seek.