Beauty dances in the morning dew,
A symphony of light and hue,
Whispering secrets to the dawn,
In colors pure, a day is born.
She graces every flower’s bloom,
A gentle touch, dispels the gloom,
In every leaf and every tree,
Her essence breathes, wild and free.
The mountains rise with silent pride,
Beneath her gaze, they cannot hide,
Rivers flow with silver gleam,
Reflecting beauty’s endless dream.
In every heart, her song does ring,
An eternal muse, forever spring,
Through eyes that see and souls that feel,
Beauty’s truth, forever real.