In the stillness of the morning light,
When the world is bathed in a golden hue,
The whispering winds bring tales so bright,
Of lands unseen and skies so blue.

Amidst the rustling leaves and swaying trees,
Nature sings its ancient song,
A melody carried on the breeze,
Where every soul can belong.

The river’s flow, a gentle murmur,
Tells stories of times long past,
Of seasons changing in a shimmer,
Moments that forever last.

As the day fades into twilight’s embrace,
And stars begin their nightly dance,
In nature’s arms, we find our place,
Lost in the beauty of a fleeting glance.