In the quiet dawn, power unfolds,
A gentle breeze through ancient trees,
Whispering tales of strength untold,
In every leaf, the world it sees.
The river flows with silent might,
Carving paths through stone and time,
A testament to nature’s right,
A force both gentle and sublime.
The mountain stands in stoic grace,
A sentinel of earth and sky,
Its rugged peaks, a steadfast face,
Against the storms that pass it by.
In every heart, a flicker burns,
A quiet strength that won’t retreat,
A power true, as the world turns,
In silent whispers, we are complete.