In the gentle sway of the willow tree,
A songbird sings its melody,
Notes dance upon the morning breeze,
Whispering secrets to the leaves.

The river hums a quiet tune,
A symphony beneath the moon,
Stars twinkle to the rhythmic beat,
In harmony, the night is sweet.

A distant flute joins the night,
Carrying dreams on wings of flight,
Echoes of a world unseen,
Where shadows and light convene.

The dawn breaks with a silent chord,
A new day’s promise softly stored,
In every heart, a song is found,
A timeless rhythm, profound.