The Quiet Symphony
The morning sings in golden hues,
The sky dissolves in drops of blues.
The river hums, the branches sway,
As whispers greet the break of day.
A sparrow leaps in perfect flight,
Tracing arcs of silent might.
The world itself begins to tune,
A melody beneath the moon.
The leaves converse in subtle tone,
Their wisdom carved in endless stone.
The clouds embrace, then drift apart,
Like fleeting echoes of the heart.
Yet in the quiet dawn’s embrace,
The world reveals its gentle grace.
For even in a fleeting time,
The universe hums its silent rhyme.
We breathe, we pause, we let it be,
A part of nature’s symphony.
A note within the earth’s refrain,
Forever lost, yet whole again.