In the stillness of the morning light,
When dew-kissed petals greet the day,
The meadows sing in quiet delight,
As nature’s symphony holds sway.

The ancient oaks with arms outspread,
Whisper secrets to the passing breeze,
And in their shadows, softly tread,
The creatures of the wood with ease.

Rivers weave a silver thread,
Through valleys lush with emerald green,
Where dragonflies and swallows fed,
Dance above the tranquil scene.

As twilight wraps the land in gold,
And stars adorn the evening sky,
The beauty of the earth unfolds,
Beneath the watchful moon’s soft eye.