In the hush of dawn’s first light,
The meadow wakes in a golden hue,
Where dewdrops glisten, pure and bright,
And every leaf holds stories true.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
The whispers of the earth resound,
A symphony carried by the breeze,
In nature’s arms, peace is found.

Mountains stand with silent grace,
Their peaks kissed by the morning sun,
Rivers weave in an endless chase,
Reflecting skies when day is done.

As stars adorn the velvet night,
The world in slumber, rests so deep,
Nature’s beauty, a timeless sight,
In dreams of wanderers, it will keep.