In the stillness of dawnâs first light,
An energy unseen yet felt so right,
Whispers of winds through ancient trees,
A symphony of life, a gentle breeze.
Beneath the earth where roots entwine,
Lies a power both pure and divine,
A force that fuels the smallest sprout,
And brings the bloom of spring about.
The sun, a beacon in the sky so high,
Sends rays of warmth that never die,
Its golden touch ignites the flame,
Of lifeâs eternal, endless game.
And in the night, the stars align,
Guiding souls with light so fine,
Cosmic energy, vast and grand,
A testament to natureâs hand.