Sunlight
Through
the
trees,
nature's
brush
paints
gold
on
leaves
leaving
forest
floors
aglow.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
Sunlight
Through
the
trees,
nature's
brush
paints
gold
on
leaves
leaving
forest
floors
aglow.
A quiet moment in nature captured through minimalist, imagist lines. This verse distils sunlight, movement, and stillness into a single glowing breath of the forest. (I've written a ton of these years ago, I've Just dug them out, so will post a few, hopefully I wont bore you.
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