The sky awakens, soft and bright,
Unfolding dreams in golden light.
A gentle whisper rides the breeze,
Dancing through the swaying trees.
Rivers hum a lullaby,
Carving paths where spirits fly.
Each ripple holds a fleeting tale,
Drifting where the stars unveil.
Footsteps fade on distant shores,
Carried where the ocean roars.
Secrets linger in the deep,
Where restless waves and wishes meet.
The mountains stand, both proud and wise,
A silent witness to the skies.
Their jagged peaks in silver hue,
Guard the echoes of the true.
The moonlight weaves a tender thread,
Through hollow nights where sorrows tread.
Yet in the dark, the embers gleam,
Kindling hope within the dream.
Seasons shift and time moves on,
Painting worlds before they’re gone.
Yet in each breath, in every song,
A soul remains both brave and strong.
The golden dawn spills light upon the waking earth,
Soft whispers weave through fields of emerald birth,
A melody of time in nature’s gentle mirth.