In the morning light, shadows twist and turn,
The world awakens with colors anew,
A dance of hues that never cease to burn,
Perspectives shifting with each drop of dew.

The sky, a canvas of infinite dreams,
Whispering secrets in the gentle breeze,
Clouds form stories in their flowing streams,
Revealing truths that put the heart at ease.

Beneath the trees, where whispers softly play,
Leaves rustle tales of what the world conceals,
In every rustling sound and soft decay,
A melody of life the earth reveals.

Yet in the night, when silence holds its reign,
Stars awaken in their gleaming flight,
Perspectives shift again, a vast terrain,
Guiding souls through the profound depth of night.