In the hush of morning’s gentle light,
Where whispers of the forest take flight,
The dewdrops dance, a fragile grace,
Reflecting dreams in nature’s embrace.
The river sings a timeless song,
Its melody both soft and strong,
Carving paths through ancient stone,
A story in every ripple shown.
Beneath the canopy’s emerald glow,
The secrets of the wildflowers grow,
Petals painted by the sun’s warm hand,
A tapestry woven across the land.
As the day unfolds its vibrant hue,
The earth awakens, born anew,
In every breeze, a gentle plea,
To cherish the worldâs boundless beauty.