In the hush of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Where shadows dance and spirits trace,
A world awakens, pure and bright,
Bathed in the first kiss of morning light.

The petals bloom with colors anew,
Each drop of dew a dream come true,
The winds weave tales through ancient trees,
A symphony sung by the whispering breeze.

Mountains stand with timeless grace,
Silent sentinels of this sacred space,
Rivers carve their ageless path,
Through valleys deep, they sing and laugh.

And as the day gives way to night,
Stars awaken with a silvery light,
The moon, a guardian of serene delight,
Bathes the world in beauty’s quiet might.