Beneath skies painted with tender grace,
Where clouds dance in sweet embrace,
Scarborough Bluffs stand with majestic poise,
Whispering nature’s silent voice.
Trees adorned in autumn’s hue,
Reds and golds; a vibrant view,
Reflect upon still waters’ glass,
Moments present soon to pass.
In this frame lies silent song,
Of days serene; nights long,
A dance between earth’s tender arms
And skies that cast tranquil charms.
