In the morning light’s gentle embrace,
Whispered blessings from above grace the earth,
Nature sings the hymn of divine love,
A symphony of hope, rebirth, and mirth.

The rolling waves, a testament of His care,
Each crest a blessing, each trough a prayer,
The wind carries tales of the sacred sky,
Guiding our souls with a gentle sigh.

Beneath the ancient, towering trees,
We find solace in the shade of His peace,
The rustling leaves chant a melody,
A reminder of His eternal decree.

In the quiet of the starlit night,
His blessings shine in the celestial light,
Each star a promise, a guiding spark,
Leading us onward, even in the dark.