In the gentle cradle of the dawn,
Where sunlight kisses the dewdrop’s face,
The whispering winds carry ancient tales,
Of forests deep and mountains’ grace.

Amidst the rustling leaves and swaying boughs,
Nature’s symphony unfolds with ease,
A melody of life in every breath,
In the buzzing bees and sighing trees.

Silent streams weave through the emerald glades,
With secrets held in their liquid embrace,
Reflecting skies of endless dreams,
And the fleeting shadows that they chase.

The earth, a canvas of vibrant hues,
Paints stories of time in every grain,
A testament to the wonder it holds,
In sunlit joy and gentle rain.