Morning dew, Glistening on blades of grass, Nature’s gems, sparkling bright, Awakening life anew.
Birds sing the day’s first notes, Welcoming warmth and light, Their melodies weaving, Into the fabric of the dawn.
- Władysław Broniewski
Morning dew, Glistening on blades of grass, Nature’s gems, sparkling bright, Awakening life anew.
Birds sing the day’s first notes, Welcoming warmth and light, Their melodies weaving, Into the fabric of the dawn.