In the silence of the dawning light,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
A whisper echoes through the night,
A call to seek the sacred space.

Beneath the stars, a tapestry spun,
Threads of silver weave the sky,
In every breath, a journey begun,
To touch the realms where spirits fly.

Mountains rise with ancient might,
Guardians of secrets lost in time,
Their peaks kiss the heavens bright,
In their embrace, the soul will climb.

Rivers speak in gentle tones,
Carving paths through earth and stone,
In their flow, the truth is known,
A reflection of the One alone.