In the cradle of dawn’s embrace,
Whispers of time gently trace,
Leaves flutter in a silent dance,
A fleeting moment, a stolen glance.
Through the corridors of aged trees,
Echoes of laughter ride the breeze,
Stories etched in bark and stone,
In every rustle, a tale is sown.
The golden hues of autumn’s kiss,
A tapestry of moments we miss,
Winds carry dreams on their wings,
In nature’s choir, the heart sings.
As twilight wraps the world in shade,
The night unveils its serenade,
Stars ignite the velvet dome,
Guiding lost souls gently home.