The morning light dances on dew-kissed grass, While the songbirds awaken, their warbles amass. The world is a canvas, painted with cheer, As nature sweeps in to cradle us near.
With every gentle breeze and soft rustle of leaves, Comes a promise of peace that the spirit believes. In the heart of the forest, the stillness befalls, A harmony breathed in the wilderness calls.
- Willa Cather