Baskadia

In fields of green, where wildflowers bloom,

Underneath the gentle, crescent moon,

A world of wonder, nature's sweet embrace,

I'll craft for you a poem, with tender grace.

Where rivers whisper secrets to the trees,

And soft winds hum a song carried on the breeze,

In this tranquil realm, where dreams take flight,

I'll weave a tapestry of words tonight.

With verses like petals, delicate and true,

I'll paint a picture, just for you,

Of love's sweet dance and friendship's light,

In this poem, we'll find our shared delight.

So let the words flow, like a river's stream,

In this poem, may you find your dream,

A glimpse of beauty, a touch of rhyme,

A piece of art, frozen in time.