In the whispering winds of dawn,
Nature’s beauty softly speaks,
Painting skies with hues of gold,
While morning dew kisses the cheeks.

Majestic mountains stand so tall,
Guardians of the land they keep,
Rivers dance and forests call,
In their embrace, a soul can sleep.

The ocean’s waves in rhythmic grace,
Sing songs of old in endless time,
Each grain of sand, a memory traced,
Of journeys past in silent rhyme.

Beneath the stars, where dreams ignite,
Nature’s canvas, vast and grand,
A world of wonder in moonlit night,
Crafted by a divine hand.