In the quiet whisper of morning light,
Where shadows dance with the waking sun,
Beauty unfolds in its purest form,
A gentle promise of the day begun.

The sky blushed with hues of tender grace,
As nature’s palette paints the view,
Each stroke a testament to the dawn,
A serene serenade, fresh and new.

Amidst the rustle of leaves and breeze,
A symphony of life plays on,
In every rustling branch, a song,
In every petal, a silent dawn.

Oh, beauty, in your silent gaze,
Lies the essence of all that’s true,
A gentle reminder in the morning mist,
Of the simple wonders we journey through.