In the quiet hush of dawn’s embrace,
The trees begin their whispered grace.
Leaves flutter in a secret dance,
As sunlight weaves through nature’s trance.

The rivers hum a gentle tune,
Reflecting dreams beneath the moon.
Stones converse in silent streams,
Sharing tales of ancient dreams.

The wind becomes a playful sprite,
Caressing fields with fingers light.
Flowers nod in sweet reply,
As nature’s breath begins to sigh.

Beneath the stars, the night unfolds,
A lullaby that time upholds.
The earth in slumber speaks in rhyme,
A testament to endless time.