Whispers of Dawn

In the hush of dawn, where shadows cling,

The world whispers secrets only silence can sing.

Beneath the sky's first blush of tender light,

Dreams awaken from the folds of night.

Trees, like sentinels, stretch their ancient arms,

Guardians of tales woven with rustic charms.

Leaves murmur lore of forgotten years,

As the breeze hums melodies that only the heart hears.

Rivers carve their paths with gentle grace,

Tracing the contours of time's embrace.

Mountains rise as timeless witnesses,

To the dance of days in endless swiftness.

In fields of gold where sunlight spills,

Moments sparkle in the gentle hills.

Each blade of grass a story untold,

In the tapestry of life, vibrant and bold.

Stars, scattered in the velvet sky's expanse,

Twinkle in rhythm with fate's own dance.

In their light, the universe conspires,

To kindle in us its eternal fires.

So in the quiet of the dawn’s first light,

Listen to the whispers of the night.

For in the simple beauty all around,

Life's deepest truths are often found.