Eternal Symphony of Dawn

As the morning sun rises high,
It paints the sky with colors at night.
Its rays caress the earth's embrace,
A dance of light with gentle grace.


In whispered hues, it speaks to trees,
A symphony of rustling leaves.
The flowers bloom, their petals sway,
In nature's verse, they gently play.


With golden pen, it writes a tale,
A secret message, hidden trail.
Each ray of light a word divine,
In rhythm, nature's grand design.


The birds take flight, their songs convey,
A melody that starts the day.
Through hidden meanings in their trill,
A language only hearts can feel.


So, let us listen to the sun,
And hear the message, everyone.
In nature's poem, we'll find delight,
A gift of beauty, pure and bright.