In the hush of morning's breath,
Where light and shadows softly blend,
The whispers of the world awake,
As sweeping strings their tale extend.
Over distant mountains, crowned with grace,
The sun ascends, its golden hue,
A dance of warmth upon my face,
As vibrant visions flow anew.
Beside the tranquil river's flow,
Reflecting dreams in waters clear,
The gentle ripples, soft and low,
Bring echoes of a world sincere.
Through fields adorned with dewdrops bright,
And soft winds weaving through the day,
Nature sings a symphony,
In every leaf and breeze at play.
With each new breath, a promise calls,
To cherish moments, fleeting, rare,
The golden dawn, as day enthralls,
Crafts melodies that linger there.
As twilight beckons close the day,
With whispered secrets in the night,
We'll hold the light of dawn's embrace,
And take its hopes into our flight.
So let our hearts, like rivers flow,
In harmony with time and space,
For in the dawn, forever glow,
A love that time can ne'er erase.
Classical
Golden dawn, sweeping strings, distant mountains, tranquil river, soft winds
Classical
Golden dawn, sweeping strings, distant mountains, tranquil river, soft winds