In the hush of morning’s gentle rise,
The clouds weave stories in the skies,
A tapestry of whispers, calm and bright,
As dawn unfolds in softest light.

The winds begin their playful dance,
Through fields and forests they advance,
Carrying secrets from distant lands,
A melody played by nature’s hands.

Raindrops kiss the earth below,
In a tender, rhythmic, soothing flow,
Each droplet sings a lullaby,
Beneath the weeping, silver sky.

As twilight casts its gentle hue,
The stars emerge, a sparkling view,
A silent promise from above,
Wrapped in the weather’s tender love.