In the gentle hum of morning’s light,
Beauty whispers softly through the air,
A melody of colors taking flight,
A dance of shadows, delicate and rare.

The trees, with leaves like emerald jewels,
Stand tall and proud, their branches wide,
While sunlit streams and sparkling pools
Reflect the sky’s embrace, a mirror’s guide.

Mountains rise with majesty untold,
Their peaks kissed by the sun’s first gleam,
As valleys cradle secrets old,
In whispers carried by the flowing stream.

In every corner of this vast expanse,
Beauty weaves its timeless thread,
An endless, ever-changing dance,
In nature’s arms, where hearts are led.