Nature is my dear friend, ever so grand, \nMetaphorically speaking, she’s got me quite enslaved. \nHer sky changes in shades, like a painter’s pallette, \nTo witness such a sight, my heart I do bevel. \nHer rivers course intensely, all through the land, \nAnd her flowers blooming, draw me ever so grand. \n\nFor her beauty I’ll love, till my days winding end, \nFor naught else could be better, than my dear friend.
Create a poem about nature using at least two literary devices.?