In the gentle breath of dawn’s embrace,
A symphony of whispers softly plays,
Notes entwined in the tender lace,
Of dreams that dance in morning’s rays.
The brook hums a sweet lullaby,
Its ripples strum on pebbled strings,
While birds weave tunes through the sky,
A chorus of wings in the heart it brings.
Beneath the old oakâs leafy boughs,
The wind sings tales of time and grace,
Echoes of past in present vows,
A song of love in nature’s face.
As stars awaken in the night,
Their shimmering voices rise and soar,
A celestial song of endless light,
In harmony forevermore.