In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies a symphony of timeless grace,
Where golden rays dance upon the trees,
And every shadow finds its place.
The river sings a melody, pure and sweet,
Carving pathways through ancient stone,
While flowers bloom beneath our feet,
In colors only nature has ever known.
Mountains stand as guardians of the sky,
Wrapped in cloaks of mist and snow,
Their silent strength, a lullaby,
For every heart that seeks to know.
As twilight weaves its purple thread,
Stars awaken in their celestial flight,
Nature’s beauty, a book to be read,
In every dawn and every night.