In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,
The world awakens from the night.
Creation sings its morning song,
In nature’s chorus, we belong.

The mountains rise, their peaks so high,
Against the canvas of the sky.
Rivers carve their ancient path,
Through valleys deep, they gently laugh.

Forests whisper secrets old,
In tales of green and whispers bold.
Each leaf a note in nature’s hymn,
Each branch a line in earth’s own rim.

As dusk descends, the colors blend,
The artist’s touch, a cosmic blend.
Creation rests, yet still it hums,
In every star, the universe drums.