The morning sun in golden streams,
The river hums a quiet tune,
Softly shaped by silver moon.
It weaves through valleys, deep and wide,
A mirrored sky within its tide.
Mountains rise with wisdom old,
Veiled in mist, their secrets told.
Echoed songs of birds in flight,
Fill the air with pure delight.
Blossoms blush in hues so bright,
Petals bathed in amber light.
A fragrant breeze, so light and free,
Carries whispers from the sea.
The forest hums with life untamed,
Each leaf and root, divinely framed.
A sacred pulse, a beating heart,
Of which we too are but a part.
So pause and listen, breathe it in,
Nature’s song is soft but thin.
A fleeting moment, yet so true,
A gift of wonder—made for you.
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