In a meadow kissed by morning dew,
Sunrise paints the sky in hues anew.
Flowers bloom and stretch to greet the day,
As whispers of the wind have much to say.
The river dances through the woods,
A liquid hymn in nature's neighborhoods.
The trees, like sentinels, tall and grand,
Guard the secrets of this sacred land.
A falcon soars with grace on high,
Etching circles in the open sky.
Butterflies in colors bold,
A living mosaic, a story told.
The sun descends; the sky's ablaze,
A fiery end to nature's praise.
The moon ascends, a silver queen,
To reign o'er night's calm, tranquil scene.
Stars twinkle as if winking eyes,
As crickets sing their lullabies.
The forest whispers, rivers weep,
As Earth in beauty goes to sleep.
Yet even in this restful state,
Nature's cycles won't abate.
A constant loop, forever spun,
In circles 'round the moon and sun.
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