The eye's of the dawn

In the golden light of dawn's embrace,

I embark on a journey with measured pace.

A morning inspection, a ritual profound,

To seek the wonders that nature has crowned.

The air is crisp, the world serene,

As I traverse the landscape, eyes keen.

Each step unravels a hidden treasure,

A symphony of sights, beyond measure.

The dew-kissed petals in vibrant array,

Unfolding secrets at the break of day.

They dance in whispers, vibrant and light,

Bathed in the gentle touch of sunlight.

A chorus of birds, melodies so sweet,

Their songs entwined in the morning's beat.

Their wings unfurl, in graceful flight,

Painting the sky with colors bright.

The river's flow, a gentle lullaby,

Caressing the stones as time slips by.

Its waters mirror the awakening sky,

Reflecting nature's portrait, by and by.

The trees, majestic guardians of the land,

Stand tall and steadfast, a steadfast band.

Leaves sway and rustle, a gentle sound,

As I wander this hallowed ground.

In every corner, a story untold,

Nature's tapestry, vibrant and bold.

From the smallest creature to the towering tree,

Life's intricate web, for all to see.

With each inspection, a connection unfolds,

A bond with nature, a tale untold.

For in the morning's hallowed domain,

We find solace, peace, and strength to gain.

So, let us embrace the morning's call,

In every season, in spring or fall.

For in this inspection, we learn to behold,

The wonders of nature, a story untold.