In dawn’s first light, the world awakes,
A golden hush the silence breaks.
Soft petals stretch in painted hue,
While morning weaves the sky in blue.
The rivers hum their ancient song,
Carrying dreams they’ve held so long.
Each ripple glows in silver grace,
A mirror of the sky’s embrace.
The forest breathes in shadows deep,
Where secrets in the stillness sleep.
Leaves dance lightly in the breeze,
A quiet chorus through the trees.
Mountains stand in timeless pride,
With clouds like crowns upon their side.
They guard the earth both wild and free,
In silent strength and dignity.
And when the sun begins to fall,
It paints its farewell over all—
A fiery sky, a fleeting art,
That lingers softly in the heart.
Oh, nature sings in every part,
A gentle pull upon the heart—
A beauty vast, both wild and true,
Forever old, yet always new.
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