In the whisper of creation’s dawn,
Where stardust dances in the sky,
The world awakes with colors drawn,
As dreams and hopes begin to fly.

From the hands of time and fate,
The mountains rise, the rivers sing,
Each moment crafted, never late,
With life anew in every spring.

In the heart of silence deep,
The universe unfolds its lore,
As seeds of wonder softly weep,
To blossom evermore and more.

Creation’s breath, a gentle muse,
Inspires the soul to seek and find,
In every hue the world imbues,
The endless beauty of the mind.