In the whisper of the morning breeze, pure and serene,
Lies a beauty unseen, in the world’s embrace,
Where light dances on leaves, in a delicate sheen,
And shadows weave stories with gentle grace.

In the heart of the forest, where silence speaks,
Beauty blooms in the quiet, in the softest hues,
Each petal a poem, each tree a mystique,
Nature’s canvas painted with tender clues.

Beneath the azure sky, in the golden hour’s glow,
Beauty lingers in moments, fleeting yet profound,
The sun’s farewell, a celestial show,
Casting dreams upon the earth, so beautifully unbound.

And in the eyes of the beholder, beauty finds its place,
A reflection of the soul, pure and true,
In every smile, every trace,
Beauty resides, in me and you.