In the cradle of the morning light,
Whispering leaves dance in delight,
Each blade of grass, a silent song,
In nature’s choir, a place to belong.

The trees stand tall, their branches wide,
Guardians of secrets the earth does hide,
Roots entwined in the soil so deep,
In their embrace, the ancient keep.

Flowers bloom in a tapestry bright,
Petals aflame with colors of might,
Their fragrance a gentle, sweet caress,
Nature’s touch in pure finesse.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
Life awakens with each dew,
A symphony of verdant dreams,
Flowing through the earth’s endless streams.