In the quiet of the morning, where the dewdrops softly cling,
Nature’s canvas comes alive, as birds begin to sing.
The sun peeks through the emerald leaves, casting golden light,
Painting shadows on the ground, a mesmerizing sight.

The whispering winds carry secrets of lands far and near,
Caressing every flower and tree, whispering in my ear.
A symphony of colors, in fields where wildflowers bloom,
The fragrance of the earth, dispelling every gloom.

Rivers dance and shimmer under the midday sun,
Reflecting skies of azure, where clouds in silence run.
Mountains stand majestic, cloaked in nature’s grace,
A testament to time’s embrace, in every rugged face.

As twilight falls, stars emerge, adorning the velvet sky,
The moonlight bathes the world below, as night begins to sigh.
In the stillness of the evening, where nature finds its rest,
A promise of another dawn, where beauty is expressed.