In the gentle glow of dawn’s embrace,
Beauty softly whispers through the air,
Draped in hues that grace the waking face,
A tender touch beyond compare.

The leaves dance with the morning breeze,
Each movement a silent ode to grace,
Nature’s canvas, a symphony with ease,
In every branch, a story to trace.

The rivers sing in murmured tones,
Carving paths through time-worn stone,
A melody that soothes the weary bones,
In their flow, a beauty of its own.

As day unfolds, with all its might,
Beauty weaves its way through time,
In every shadow, in every light,
A timeless dance, a rhythm sublime.