In the quietude of dawn’s embrace,
Where golden hues softly trace,
The morning dew in gentle dance,
Reflects the world in a fleeting glance.

Beneath the canopy of emerald trees,
The symphony of rustling leaves,
A melody of timeless rhyme,
Whispering secrets of ancient time.

The river sings a soothing song,
To which the weary heart belongs,
Its waters carve a path so true,
Through fields adorned with morning dew.

As day gives way to twilight’s hue,
The sky adorned with stars anew,
In nature’s arms, we find our peace,
Where beauty reigns and worries cease.