In the garden where silence grows, Robins perch on branches bare, Their songs weave through the morning air, As if…
In the cradle of morning light, You emerged with eyes wide and bright. A world of dreams within your grasp,…
In the gentle hush of dawn’s first blush, Robins sing their morning tale, A melody that breaks the night’s long…
In the quiet of the night, a whisper grows, A song of ancient tales that gently flows. Through the rustling…
In the cradle of her arms, I first found peace, Her lullabies a sweet, enduring song, Through every trial, her…
Morning dew glistens, Sunrise paints the sky with gold, Natureâs breath, so calm. Birdsong fills the air, Wings flutter in…