In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
Where the golden sun kisses the dew-laden leaves,
Nature’s symphony begins its tender play,
Serenading the dawn of a tranquil day.

Beneath the canopy of ancient, towering trees,
The world moves in harmonious ease,
Birds sing melodies of pure delight,
Painting the sky with feathers in flight.

The babbling brook dances over stones,
Its laughter echoing in soothing tones,
A lullaby to the weary and lost,
In its embrace, worries are tossed.

As twilight descends with a gentle sigh,
Stars awaken in the velvet sky,
Nature and peace, hand in hand,
In this sacred, serene land.