In the first light of dawn, a song begins,
The melody of life, softly it spins,
Harmonies of the morning sun’s embrace,
A gentle whisper in each sacred place.

As the day unfolds in vibrant hues,
The rhythm of nature, a canvas to muse,
With every heartbeat, the earth’s refrain,
Echoes of the moonlit night remain.

Deep in the forest, where shadows dance,
The ancient trees sway in a trance,
Whispers of the past in every leaf,
A song of time, both bright and brief.

And as stars twinkle in the velvet sky,
Dreams take flight, soaring high,
The symphony of dreams softly sighs,
In the silence of night, the song never dies.