In the hush of dawn, the birds begin to sing,
A gentle chorus that welcomes the light,
Their melodies dance on the morning breeze,
A symphony of nature, pure and bright.

The rustle of leaves in the ancient trees,
A whispering echo of secrets old,
Each sound a story of time gone by,
A tale of wisdom in the forest told.

Waves crashing on the distant shore,
Their rhythmic pulse a heartbeat’s sound,
The ocean’s voice, both fierce and calm,
In its depths, endless tales are found.

As night descends, the crickets’ song,
A lullaby that soothes the night,
In the silent dark, their music thrives,
A serenade till morning light.