In the quietude of morning’s grace,
Where dew adorns the emerald blade,
A gentle whisper fills the space,
In nature’s arms, our fears allayed.

The robin sings its tender tune,
A melody of hope and light,
Beneath the watchful eye of moon,
Embraced by stars in velvet night.

The wildflowers dance with fervent glee,
In winds that weave a soft embrace,
A tapestry of mystery,
In colors bold and gentle trace.

Through Emily’s eyes, we see anew,
The world, a canvas vast and free,
In every leaf, a story true,
A symphony of eternity.