In the quiet of the morning’s gentle light,
The whispering winds begin their soothing flight,
Through the trees, a melody they weave,
A song of peace for hearts to believe.
The river flows with a calming grace,
Reflecting the sky’s endless embrace,
Stones and whispers guide its course,
A testament to nature’s gentle force.
The leaves rustle in a soft, sweet dance,
Inviting souls to a tranquil trance,
The earth hums with ancient lore,
Holding secrets from days of yore.
As the sun sets in a golden hue,
The world is bathed in a peaceful view,
Night descends with a tender sigh,
Beneath the stars that light the sky.