In the gentle cradle of the morning light,The whispering winds weave through the dancing trees;They sing of secrets from the endless night,And stir the dreams that ride the morning breeze.Upon the hills where shadows softly play,The golden sun spills warmth upon the land;Each leaf and blade in vibrant disarray,A tapestry by nature’s loving hand.The river’s song, a melody of peace,Flows through the valleys, carrying tales untold;Its waters, like a gentle hand, releaseThe stories of the earth, both new and old.Beneath the vast and endless azure sky,The heart of nature beats in time with all;A symphony of life that will not die,In every whisper, every bird’s soft call.