In the tender blush of morning,
Where the sky meets the sea,
Whispering winds carry tales,
Of a world pure and free.

Through the forest’s gentle sway,
Leaves dance with the breeze,
Sunlight filters through,
Painting shadows beneath the trees.

Mountains stand tall and proud,
Their peaks kissed by the sun,
Rivers weave their timeless song,
In a journey never done.

Beauty lies in every breath,
In every moment given,
Nature’s grace, a sacred gift,
A glimpse of heaven’s vision.