In the stillness of the nascent dawn,
Lies the whisper of a world just born,
Where dreams weave through silver threads,
And stars sing in their cosmic beds.

The earth sighs in hues of emerald green,
Mountains rise where shadows have been,
Rivers carve their timeless song,
As creation’s dance flows along.

From the heart of a silent night,
Springs the bloom of endless light,
Nature’s brush strokes paint the skies,
In hues that dazzle waking eyes.

Every breath, a gentle call,
Binding all in a sacred thrall,
In the cradle of life’s embrace,
Creation whispers its timeless grace.