In the quiet of dawn, a canvas unfolds,
Painted with whispers of gold and blue,
Each brushstroke a tale, each hue a song,
Nature’s beauty speaks in silence, true.

The petals of flowers dance in the breeze,
A ballet of colors, a fragrant delight,
Every bloom a story, every scent a memory,
In the soft glow of the morning light.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of time,
Wrapped in cloaks of mist and ancient lore,
Their beauty lies in their silent strength,
A testament to the earth’s core.

Ocean waves sing a lullaby to the shore,
A melody of depth and endless wonder,
Each wave a verse, each tide a chorus,
Nature’s beauty, a bond none can sunder.