In the silent whispers of the morning breeze,
Lies the gentle touch of God’s creation,
A tapestry of life, woven with ease,
A testament to divine imagination.

The mountains stand tall, guardians of the sky,
Wrapped in veils of mist, serene and grand,
Rivers carve paths, as they meander and sigh,
Etching beauty with a celestial hand.

Flowers bloom in an array of hues,
Each petal a stroke of masterful art,
Birds sing melodies that chase away the blues,
Nature’s chorus, a balm for the heart.

As the sun sets, painting the heavens bright,
Stars emerge, a celestial choir,
God’s creation, a beacon of light,
Filling souls with eternal fire.