Beneath the golden morning glow,
Where sunlight dances, soft and low,
The whispers of the breeze do flow,
In secrets only nature knows.

Through branches tall and leaves so green,
The sunshine weaves a bright serene,
A tapestry of light unseen,
In the forest’s peaceful, quiet scene.

The flowers turn to greet the day,
As sunshine chases night away,
Their petals bask in warm array,
Embracing every gentle ray.

And as the day gives way to night,
The sun sets with a tender light,
Promising a new dawn bright,
With whispers of tomorrow’s sight.