In the golden glow of dawn’s first light,
Beauty whispers through the quiet night.
Her grace adorns the morningâs hue,
Painting skies in shades of blue.
Through fields of flowers, her essence flows,
In every petal, her charm bestows.
The wind, her gentle voice does carry,
A timeless song, both sweet and merry.
Beneath the stars, her splendor gleams,
Weaving through our wildest dreams.
In every heart, her touch we feel,
A sacred bond, forever sealed.
Beauty dances in the rainâs embrace,
A fleeting glance, a fleeting trace.
Yet in our souls, her spirit stays,
Guiding us through lifeâs winding ways.