In the cradle of morning’s embrace,
Whispers of creation softly sing,
Painting the sky with hues of grace,
As new beginnings gently take wing.
The earth, a canvas of endless dreams,
Awakens to the artist’s brush,
Rivers dance in silver streams,
Nature’s pulse in a vibrant rush.
Leaves murmur secrets to the breeze,
Stars descend to kiss the land,
In this symphony, all worries cease,
Crafted by the Creator’s hand.
Beneath the heavens’ watchful eyes,
Life unfolds its tender tale,
In creation’s realm, hope never dies,
A wondrous journey in every detail.