In the quiet of the morning dawn,
When sunlight kisses the dew,
I hear the whispers of the earth,
In melodies that poets knew.

Through emerald forests, deep and wide,
Their words, like leaves, do fall,
Painting vivid scenes of life,
That nature’s heart enthralls.

By babbling brooks and mountain high,
Their verses flow with grace,
Capturing the beauty found,
In every wild place.

So let us read their timeless lines,
And see through poet’s eyes,
The wonders of the natural world,
Beneath the endless skies.