Baskadia

In meadows kissed by dawn's soft light,

A symphony of colors takes flight.

Whispers of the breeze, a gentle hum,

Nature's ballet, a dance begun.

Petals unfurl with grace untold,

Stories in each bud, a tale unfolds.

Sunset hues paint the evening sky,

A canvas of love, where dreams comply.

Moonlight weaves its silver thread,

A celestial dance, the night is led.

Stars, like diamonds, twinkle above,

Witnessing a saga of eternal love.

In the garden of time, our love takes root,

A blossoming tree, its branches acute.

Through spring's embrace to winter's chill,

Our hearts entwined, an unyielding will.

Rivers of laughter, flowing free,

Carving a path to the boundless sea.

Mountains of challenges, we climb with glee,

For love's ascent, a panoramic decree.

Through fields of joy and valleys of sorrow,

Together we stride into tomorrow.

In the pages of fate, our story's ink,

A novel of love, in which we think.

With every heartbeat, the music swells,

A sonnet composed by the universe's spells.

Through the chapters of this endless tale,

Our love, an eternal ballet, will prevail.