To the destination, afar of miles,
I do pack my stuff, with all smiles.
Travel on roads, is my dream all the while,
As, I love being called a Hodophile.

A life amidst beautiful nature,
With all the four seasons to admire,
I lost myself in love of the place
That made me feel it with grace.

The snow unfurled all over in winter,
Unwinds our innerself to always linger,
Building snowman and transform into a child again,
And, I love to be called a Chionophile, no rein.

With the gradual bloom of flowers,
On the barren trees that showers
the beauty of the season of spring,
I do love it as an Anthophile, a zing.

As the sun pops out with alluring rays,
Each moment we feel the eminent blaze,
Experiencing the heat of radiant summer,
So would be loved as an Heliophile, thereafter.

Each fall of leaves beneath,
With vibrant colors on ground as a sheath,
Embellish all over and fill our hearts with love,
Towards the tress as a Dendrophile, behoove.

Here we are at the land of ten thousand lakes,
Minnesota, the place that embraces the beauty of flares,
Articulating the best to extol the elegance around
And make me Limnophile, the lover of lake abound.

– Aishwarya

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A Phile Poem

Phile is having a fondness for a specified thing.

Hodophile – Lover of Roads
Chionophile – Lover of Snow
Anthophile – Lover of Flowers
Heliophile – Lover of Sunshine
Dendrophile – Lover of Trees
Limnophile – Lover of Lakes