In the hush of dawn’s embrace,
Where sunlight spills in golden lace,
The forest breathes, a tender sigh,
As dewdrops wink and shadows fly.
A brook, like laughter, dances free,
Through mossy stones and ancient trees,
Its song, a melody so clear,
Calls every heart to draw near.
Mountains rise, their peaks aglow,
With whispers soft from winds that blow,
Each ridge a tale of time and grace,
A silent witness to nature’s face.
Fields of wildflowers paint the ground,
In hues that spin the world around;
Each petal tells a story bright,
Of sun and rain, of day and night.
The starlit sky, a canvas vast,
Where dreams are stitched from shadows cast,
A symphony of night unfolds,
As moonlight weaves its threads of gold.
In nature’s arms, we find our place,
A fleeting moment, a soft embrace,
For in her beauty, wild and free,
We glimpse the soul of all we seek to be.
