Morning spills gold across the hills,
Soft as a whispered prayer,
And mist unlaces silver threads
Through cool and patient air.
The river hums in liquid light,
A ribbon bright and free,
It carries secrets of the stones
And songs of root and tree.
The forest lifts a thousand hands
Of emerald, jade, and pine,
Each leaf a quiet miracle
In sunlit, shifting shine.
Wildflowers stitch the meadow’s hem
With petals brushed in flame,
And every breeze that wanders through
Calls each by secret name.
Above, the sky vast cathedral
Holds clouds in drifting art,
While mountains carve their ancient vows
In earth’s enduring heart.
At dusk, the amber fades to rose,
Then violet, deep and slow,
As stars like scattered lanterns bloom
In twilight’s tender glow.
O patient earth, in every breath
Your wonders rise and start
A boundless, blooming testament
To still the restless heart.