Beneath the gentle morning hue,
The sun awakens, bright and new.
A golden warmth spreads wide and far,
Chasing away the night’s last star.

Clouds gather in a silent choir,
Their whispers rise, their voices higher.
Raindrops fall in a rhythmic play,
A dance of life in the light of day.

The winds weave tales of distant lands,
With every breeze, a story stands.
Through swaying trees and rustling leaves,
The earth in nature’s embrace believes.

As twilight casts its purple shade,
The world in tranquil whispers laid.
A symphony of weather’s grace,
In every breath, a gentle trace.