In the stillness of the morning dew,
Where sunlight kisses the earth anew,
Beauty whispers through the breeze,
Painting colors on the leaves of trees.
As flowers bloom in radiant hues,
Their petals tell tales of ancient muse,
Each scent a story, each color a song,
Reminding us where we truly belong.
The rivers flow with graceful ease,
Reflecting skies and towering trees,
Beauty’s dance in every ripple seen,
A symphony of blue and green.
Whether dawn or dusk, in light or dark,
Beauty leaves its timeless mark,
A gentle touch, a fleeting glance,
Forever held in nature’s dance.