In the quiet morn where the light gently breaks,
Beauty whispers softly across the skies,
Her grace unfolds in the tenderest flakes,
A dance of colors as the night slowly dies.
The flowers bloom with a radiant glow,
Each petal a testament to natureâs art,
In every breeze, beauty chooses to show,
A gentle reminder of the world’s pure heart.
The mountains stand with their timeless might,
Draped in robes of emerald and snow,
In their shadows, beauty takes flight,
A silent song only the soul can know.
As the day fades and night begins to creep,
Beauty lingers in the stars’ embrace,
In dreams, her secrets softly seep,
Leaving traces of wonder in her endless space.