In the hush of dawn’s embrace,
Beauty paints the sky anew,
Whispering secrets in soft hues,
As dreams awaken, fresh and true.
The gentle breeze, a tender touch,
Caresses fields of golden grace,
Nature’s symphony, a silent song,
In every leaf, a dance takes place.
Mountains rise with quiet pride,
Draped in veils of morning mist,
Their majesty in stillness lies,
A testament to beauty’s tryst.
In every shadow, light is cast,
A tapestry of night and day,
Beauty whispers in the silence,
In every moment, finds its way.