Her Beauty in the Morning Light

In the quiet dawn, her beauty awakes, Like petals of a rose kissed by dew, Gentle whispers of the morning…

Whispers of the Endless Meadows

In the heart of the morning dew, Where sunlight kisses the emerald hue, Wordsworth’s nature softly sings, Of tranquil streams…

The Gentle Whispers of Pink Petals

In the garden where dreams quietly bloom, Pink petals whisper secrets to the breeze, Soft hues painting tales of love…