In the gentle curve of morning light,
Beauty dances upon the leaves,
A golden whisper, soft and bright,
In every glance, heart believes.
Through the petals’ tender grace,
Colors weave a silent song,
In their hues, a warm embrace,
Holding moments, where we belong.
The sky, a canvas vast and deep,
Stars like dreams begin to glow,
In their watch, secrets keep,
Beauty’s tapestry begins to show.
In the quiet, beauty speaks,
In every corner, every fold,
A language only the heart seeks,
In its stories, both new and old.