In the hush of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Where silence speaks in tender grace,
The world unfolds its quiet song,
A melody where we belong.

The rustle of leaves in whispered dance,
A symphony found by mere chance,
In every drop of morning dew,
Stories unfold, old and new.

Listen to the heartbeats of the earth,
A chorus of nature’s endless rebirth,
The wind’s soft sigh, the brook’s sweet tune,
In silence, we find the afternoon.

Beneath the stars that softly gleam,
In the realm of dreams where silence streams,
The art of listening, a sacred art,
Connecting souls, heart to heart.