In the gentle caress of the morning breeze,
Whispering secrets through the rustling leaves,
The sun awakens with a golden tease,
Painting the sky with hues one believes.

Streams of silver dance over rocks so bold,
As birds compose their melodies so sweet,
Flowers bloom in colors that never grow old,
Beneath the canopy, where life and beauty meet.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of time,
Cloaked in mist, a sight so divine,
Valleys echo with the chime,
Of rivers flowing, a natural sign.

As twilight descends with a gentle sigh,
Stars twinkle in the vast, endless sky,
Nature’s beauty leaves one to rely,
On its serene embrace, never to deny.