In the quiet dawn, where light softly blooms,Nature’s beauty whispers through the waking air,Each leaf and petal, in delicate plumes,Sings a song only the heart can bear.The forest breathes with ancient tales untold,Emerald canopies shelter dreams below,In every shadow, mysteries unfold,As rivers of wonder gently flow.The mountains stand with timeless, silent pride,Guardians of secrets, cloaked in misty veils,Their peaks caress the sky, where eagles glide,While valleys cradle whispered fairy tales.As twilight paints the world in hues of gold,The stars emerge, a celestial embrace,In nature’s arms, beauty will ever hold,A tender, eternal, and sacred space.