In the gentle cradle of the morning light,
A symphony of whispers softly calls,
Where dewdrops dance upon the leaves,
And nature’s grace in quiet splendor falls.

The towering trees, with ancient tales to tell,
Stand guardian to the secrets of the land,
Their branches weave a tapestry of time,
In every leaf, a story yet unplanned.

Rivers sing a melody of endless flow,
Carving paths through valleys deep and wide,
Reflecting skies of azure dreams above,
Where freedom finds its place and joy resides.

The mountain peaks, majestic and serene,
Kiss the heavens with their snow-capped crowns,
A testament to nature’s wondrous might,
Where peace and awe in perfect silence drown.