England’s Countryside Poem

Amidst the vast hills of England’s green Rural beauty unfolds itself in a graceful scene. The sun shines on the transparent creek below Whilst herbs and flowers begin to grow Wild Sheep roam the vacant land.

For they are free without command

The air is filled with a sweet, fragrant scent, Of blooming heather and wildflowers heaven-sent,

Their colors dancing in the gentle breeze, A kaleidoscope of hues, a sight to please. For here amidst the hills of England’s green, Life is lived at a slower, gentler pace it seems,

A place where time is marked by seasons flow, And nature’s beauty steals the show.

Moving On

Moving on is not a simple thing to do. Neglecting what was once true. A part of us feels lost and perplexed While yearning for what will transpire next.

The memories we’ve made will forever stay, But we must learn to move on from yesterday. A beacon of hope stands tall within our future, Therefore, we must move forward sooner. It’s like a ship that’s sailed too far, With a heavy anchor and a broken spear. The wind may blow, but it can’t move on, Till it cuts loose and the anchor’s gone. Moving on is like that ship, Breaking free from the past and its grip.

It’s a stormy sea that we must brave, But the only way forward is to ride the wave. We must leave behind what’s holding us down, The fears, the doubts, the things that make us frown, For in front of us lies a world of possibility, A bright future with hope and serenity. We take with us the memories we hold dear, The lessons learned, the joys and the fear, For they shape us and make us who we are, But we can’t let them hold us back or scar. So let us set sail towards the horizon, With hope in our hearts and our eyes wide open. For moving on is not a simple thing to do, But it’s necessary to find our way anew.