In the quiet dawn, where the sky meets the sea,
Beauty whispers softly, a gentle plea.
Her touch is light, a fleeting grace,
That paints a smile upon my face.
Through fields of gold and forests deep,
Her presence lingers, a secret to keep.
Each petal, each leaf, a story to tell,
Of beauty’s embrace, where hearts dwell.
The mountains stand with majesty grand,
Their peaks touched by beauty’s hand.
Rivers dance in her gentle flow,
Carrying dreams where the winds blow.
In every moment, beauty resides,
In laughter, in tears, in life’s tides.
She is the muse, the eternal light,
Guiding us through day and night.