In the morning light,
the dew-kissed leaves,
a tapestry of green,
greet the new day,
a soft whisper of hope.
The mountains stand tall,
a sentinel of time,
while the river flows,
a silver ribbon of life,
glistening under the sun.

Birdsong dances
in the crisp air,
a symphony of nature,
especially crafted,
a celebration of existence.
Life bursts forth,
from the heart of the earth,
ablooming with colors,
a canvas of dreams,
a wild, untamed paradise.

• Gino Bartali