In the gentle embrace of morning’s light,
Where dew-kissed petals softly gleam,
The whispers of nature take their flight,
In a dance with Wordsworth’s dream.

Amidst the woods, where shadows play,
And rivers sing a timeless song,
The heart finds peace in nature’s sway,
In solace where it belongs.

The mountains stand with ancient grace,
Guardians of earth’s silent lore,
Their silent strength, a warm embrace,
A reminder of tales of yore.

In every leaf and every breeze,
In the sun’s golden, gentle glow,
Wordsworth’s spirit wanders with ease,
In nature’s arms, where dreams flow.