Whispers of Dawn

In the quiet morning haze,

A gentle breeze whispers through the trees,

Leaves dance in a rhythmic sway,

Nature's soft, melodious tease.

Sunlight peeks through branches bent,

Casting shadows, light and dark,

Each ray a golden filament,

In day's embrace, a silent spark.

Streams that murmur secrets old,

Over pebbles, under bridges,

Tell tales of the bold,

In whispers like fleeting midges.

Birds aloft on airy stage,

Sing of freedom, wings unfurled,

Each note penned on sky's broad page,

In flight, their stories twirled.

In this world of simple grace,

Where time holds a gentler pace,

Beauty lives in quiet places,

In nature's soft, embracing spaces.