As dawn breaks with quiet grace,
Whispering winds begin to trace,
The gentle dance of leaves in flight,
A ballet of shadows in morning light.

Rivers flow with a rhythmic beat,
Carving paths where waters meet,
Nature’s pulse in every stream,
A symphony of a waking dream.

Clouds drift in a painted sky,
Carried by breezes, they softly fly,
Ever-changing in their silent glide,
A canvas where colors collide.

In the heart of this motion’s grace,
Life’s essence finds its perfect place,
An eternal dance, a timeless art,
Where movement and stillness never part.