In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
The sky wears a robe of soft gold,
Whispering secrets of a new beginning,
As colors dance in whispers untold.

The vibrant greens of the meadow,
Swell with life in the midday sun,
Painting dreams on the earth’s canvas,
Where every hue is a story begun.

The evening descends with a fiery glow,
As reds and purples weave their song,
Holding the promise of tomorrow’s light,
Where every shade knows it belongs.

In the night, the world gently dims,
Wrapped in the calm of the moon’s soft light,
A tapestry of colors fades to dreams,
Awaiting the dawn’s gentle sight.