In the golden dawn of a new morn,
Where the first light kisses the earth,
Beauty unfurls in a silent whisper,
A gentle touch of nature’s birth.
The rivers dance with a gleaming grace,
Reflecting skies so vast and blue,
Each ripple tells a timeless story,
Of beauty pure and ever true.
The mountains stand with ancient pride,
Guardians of the secrets they hold,
Their peaks kiss the heavens above,
In a beauty both fierce and bold.
As dusk descends with a crimson hue,
The world is bathed in twilight’s glow,
Beauty whispers her last goodnight,
In a symphony of stars that show.