In the whispers of the morning breeze,
Lies a tale of beauty untold,
Where nature’s canvas never ceases,
To paint with colors bold.

Among the flowers, in silent bloom,
Beauty dances with the sun,
Each petal tells a story of its own,
A masterpiece never done.

The stars that twinkle in the night,
Speak of a beauty vast and deep,
A celestial dance in pure delight,
As the world lies in its sleep.

So let your heart be open wide,
To the beauty that surrounds,
For in every corner it resides,
In whispers and in sounds.