In the hush of morning’s gentle light,
Where whispering leaves dance in delight,
The forest stirs with life anew,
A symphony of green and dew.

Birdsong weaves through the canopy’s grace,
In the embrace of nature’s face,
Sunbeams paint the earth below,
In hues that only dawn can show.

Streams murmur secrets to the trees,
Carried softly by the breeze,
Each ripple tells a tale untold,
Of waters pure and sunlight’s gold.

Mountains stand in silent pride,
Guardians of the skies so wide,
Their peaks touch clouds in gentle dance,
A timeless, endless, vast expanse.