In the quiet dawn where dreams are born,
The universe whispers its secrets, forlorn.
Stars ignite in a cosmic dance,
Creation’s breath in every chance.
Through the woods where shadows play,
Nature’s canvas in array.
Leaves murmur stories of old,
A tapestry of life, bold.
Oceans swell with ancient lore,
Waves that crash on timeless shore.
In their depths, mysteries lie,
A creation’s lullaby.
The sky unfolds its endless hue,
Painting worlds in shades of blue.
In every cloud, in every breeze,
The essence of creation, it frees.