In the quietude of dawn’s first light, The world awakens from night’s soft shroud; Each flower blooms in vibrant colors, Beneath the gaze of a golden cloud.

The air is fresh, alive with promise, As nature stretches and takes a breath; In the warm embrace of morning, Life reassures us that there’s no death.

So walk among the blooms and leaves, Let your spirit soar on invisible wings; For in the realm of nature’s beauty, The heart learns what true freedom brings.

• Arthur Rimbaud