In the quiet of the morning light,
Where the world awakens in a gentle sigh,
Beauty unfolds in every leaf and petal,
A silent hymn that touches the sky.

The river’s song and the breeze’s whisper,
A symphony of nature’s grace,
Each moment a fleeting masterpiece,
Painted on an infinite canvas of space.

Eyes that see beyond the surface,
Find beauty in the simplest things,
In the laughter of a child,
And the fluttering of a bird’s wings.

For beauty is not just in the grand and bold,
But in the quiet, the subtle, the unseen,
It lives in the heart of every dawn,
And in the spaces in between.