In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
A melody whispers through the trees,
The rustling leaves in gentle flight,
Compose a song carried by the breeze.

The brook’s soft murmur on its winding way,
Harmonizes with the morning’s hum,
Nature’s orchestra begins to play,
As the world awakens, no longer numb.

The chirping birds add notes so sweet,
To the symphony of the waking day,
Their tunes and trills so light and fleet,
In the tapestry of sound, they lightly sway.

As day turns to dusk, the sounds transform,
The crickets’ call becomes the night,
In the symphony of silence and sound,
An endless dance of dark and light.