In the cradle of dawn, a gentle breeze stirs,Whispering secrets of the night, now passed,Each leaf sways, in tender pirouettes,A ballet of nature, in the morning’s cast.The river flows with a graceful glide,Its surface shimmering under the sun’s embrace,A symphony of water, in ceaseless motion,Carving whispers of time, in its eternal race.Beneath the sky, clouds drift in silent procession,Changing forms, in a dance of ephemeral grace,Their shadows play upon the earth below,A fleeting spectacle, in a boundless space.As the sun dips low, painting the horizon,The world slows, in a gentle reverie,Yet in the heart of night, stars twinkle awake,In the cosmos’ dance, of infinite mystery.