In the silent whisper of the dawn, beauty wakes,
Painting skies with hues of crimson and gold,
Each petal unfurling in the morning light,
A symphony of natureâs whispers told.
Through the forest, where shadows play,
Beauty dances in the rustling leaves,
A gentle touch on the heartâs deep strings,
A melody that the soul believes.
In the laughter of a child, pure and free,
Beautyâs essence shines with radiant glow,
Innocence that warms the coldest heart,
A timeless grace that we all know.
As the stars adorn the velvet night sky,
Beautyâs presence lingers, soft and bright,
A reminder of the wonders all around,
In every corner, in every light.