In the gentle whisper of dawn’s embrace,
A song emerges, tender and pure,
With notes that dance in delicate grace,
Awakening dreams that silently endure.

The river sings in harmonious flow,
Carving paths through the heart’s terrain,
Its melody, a gentle echo,
Of love that binds, of joy and pain.

Under the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
A voice rises, ethereal and bright,
Singing tales only the stars know,
In the tapestry of the quiet night.

Through the morning mist, a chorus soars,
Nature’s symphony, grand and free,
In every sound, the soul explores,
The boundless realms of harmony.