In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies the art of divine hands,
Painting skies with hues of peace,
Crafting seas from golden sands.
Mountains rise with silent grace,
Touching heavens, kissing skies,
Valleys bloom in nature’s embrace,
As the sun begins to rise.
Rivers flow like liquid light,
Through forests deep and wide,
Each creature in its own delight,
With the earth as their guide.
Stars adorn the night so clear,
A testament to endless love,
Every dawn and dusk sincere,
Reflect the heavens above.