In the cradle of dawn’s first gentle light,
The whispering winds find their gentle way,
Through towering trees that dance in delight,
And streams that sing to the break of day.

Leaves rustle softly, a soothing lullaby,
Nature’s symphony in harmonious play,
The sky adorned in hues that magnify,
A canvas painted by the sun’s warm ray.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of the land,
Wrapped in mist, a mystic embrace,
The rolling hills, sculpted by time’s hand,
Hold stories of ancient grace.

In every corner, beauty unfolds,
A serene tapestry woven anew,
In nature’s arms, the heart beholds,
A world of wonders, forever true.