In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies the harmony of unseen grace,
A symphony that nature weaves,
In every leaf and silent space.

The golden hues of dawn’s embrace,
Paint the skies with gentle art,
A canvas of nature’s finest trace,
That touches both the eye and heart.

The flowers bloom with vibrant flair,
In colors bold and soft and bright,
A testament to the beauty rare,
That dances freely in the light.

In every shadow, every sunlit place,
Beauty whispers a timeless song,
A melody of enduring grace,
In nature’s arms where we belong.