Beneath a sky of endless hue,
Where morning paints the world anew,
The mountains rise with silent grace,
And winds caress the forest’s face.
The rivers sing in silver tones,
Through valleys carved in ancient stones,
Their laughter dances with the breeze
That stirs the slumber of the trees.
The sun spills gold on field and flower,
A quiet hymn to nature’s power,
While shadows stretch and petals bloom,
In fragrant bursts of soft perfume.
The eagle soars on unseen thread,
Above the hills where deer have tread,
And twilight spills her violet light
To bid farewell the day to night.
The stars then bloom in heaven’s dome,
And moonlight guides the foxes home,
While silence folds the land in peace,
And all the world feels time’s release.
O, beauty born without a sound,
Where wild and wonder both abound—
In every leaf, in sky and sea,
Nature writes eternity.
