In dawn’s soft cradle, the earth breathes light,
Where shadows lift, and day takes flight.
Through veils of mist, each tree stands tall,
Guardians ancient, quiet, and enthralled.

The river hums a timeless song,
Its silver voice both clear and strong,
It curls through stone, past moss and fern,
A dance unbroken, twist and turn.

Upon the hills, where wildflowers bloom,
They paint the air with sweet perfume.
Petals, fragile, kiss the breeze,
Held by roots beneath the trees.

Sunrise spills in amber streams,
Setting the sky in brilliant beams,
It crowns the peaks in fiery gold,
A sight too wondrous to behold.

And where the forest deepens dark,
The creatures roam, each leaves its mark.
Foxes dart in russet grace,
Owls glide soft, no sound, no trace.

Beneath the canopy so wide,
In hidden groves where spirits hide,
Moss carpets lay in velvet green,
In sacred stillness, deep, unseen.

Above, the mountains etched in stone,
Stand resolute, unmoved, alone.
Their snowy peaks meet skies of blue,
They’ve seen more seasons than we knew.

The ocean waves, in endless sweep,
Call secrets from the briny deep.
They curl and crash, and pull away,
Their tides a pulse, both night and day.

At twilight’s hush, the stars unfold,
Casting glints of ancient gold,
Each constellation lights the dark,
Guiding lost souls like a spark.

And in the fields where grasses sway,
Where gentle winds of evening play,
The world holds still, as if to say,
In silence blooms another day.

In every leaf, each grain of sand,
A masterwork by nature’s hand.
A beauty fierce, a wild grace,
No art of man could e'er replace.

For in this world, we come to see,
The boundless depth of earth and sea.
We touch, we breathe, and here we find,
A harmony of earth and mind.


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