Sunrise Over Rivers, Roses, and Trees

Whispers of Dawn

In golden hush the morning wakes,

Where tall grass bends and river breaks.

Palm trees sway in gentle light,

Greeting the birth of day from night.

Mountains blush in sunrise flame,

Each peak a torch, no two the same.

The roses bloom in dewy grace,

Soft petals bright in nature's face.

The green earth hums a sacred tune,

Bathed beneath a rising moon.

Sky and soil in perfect dance,

A world alive in sun’s first glance.

With every breeze and rustling tree,

The earth breathes deep and wild and free.

In this moment, fresh and new,

The world becomes both old and true.