In the gentle embrace of morning light,
Whispers of winds carry the tales of night.
Leaves rustle softly in the tender breeze,
Nature awakens with effortless ease.
Streams flow with grace, in a rhythm divine,
Carving their paths through the old, ancient pine.
The song of the earth, in harmony sung,
Echoes of ages when the world was young.
Mountains stand tall, guardians of the land,
Their peaks kissed by sunlight, eternally grand.
Valleys and meadows, in colors so bright,
Painted by nature, a wondrous sight.
As day turns to dusk, with a golden hue,
Stars gently emerge in the vast sky blue.
Nature’s embrace, a serene, endless trance,
In the silent dance, where souls find their chance.