In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Beauty finds its silent plea,
A dance of light through ancient trees,
Nature’s art for all to see.
The petals of a rose unfold,
Each one a story yet untold,
A symphony in red and gold,
A fleeting glimpse of beauty bold.
In the eyes of those we hold dear,
Beauty’s essence is crystal clear,
A reflection of love sincere,
A timeless bond, forever near.
And as the sun dips low to rest,
Painting skies with colors blessed,
We find in beauty, life’s true zest,
A gentle whisper of the best.