In the gentle embrace of morning light,
The sky unveils its tender hues,
A canvas painted with dreams untold,
Where whispers of the wind gently cruise.

The breath of the earth mingles with time,
A symphony of rustling leaves,
In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
Nature’s harmony softly weaves.

Clouds drift like thoughts across the mind,
Transforming with each passing breeze,
Their grace a dance of endless forms,
In the vast expanse where spirits ease.

As twilight descends with a hushed sigh,
The atmosphere holds stories old,
Of stars that watch from distant skies,
And the secrets that the night enfolds.