In the morning’s gentle light, she dances,
Draped in robes of golden hue,
Her whispers echo through the branches,
Painting the world in colors new.
The meadow blooms in radiant splendor,
Each petal a testament of time,
The breeze carries a sweet surrender,
A symphony of nature’s rhyme.
Beneath the sky, so vast and endless,
Her beauty speaks in silent grace,
A quiet strength, serene and boundless,
Embracing all in warm embrace.
In every leaf, in every shadow,
Her essence lingers, pure and true,
A gentle whisper in the meadow,
A timeless beauty to pursue.