When the darkness flees and the night recedes

The first light of day gently leads

A golden glow begins to rise

Dissolving mist beneath soft skies

While the morning air is crisp and clean

I stand entranced by this tranquil scene

The scent of wet earth fills the air

A gentle breeze plays through my hair.

The sun slips free from clouds of grey,

Chasing the moon’s soft glow away.

It climbs the sky with steady grace,

And warms the world in its embrace.

A chorus of birds begin to sing,

Music that makes the morning ring.

The trees exhale their branches sway,

Creaking softly to greet the day.

This peaceful domain, pure and true,

A timeless bond with natures view.