In the quiet of dawn, a murmur grows,
Soft as the breeze, where the river flows.
The mountains breathe, the valleys sigh,
Under the watch of the endless sky.
Sunrise colors the earth’s warm hue,
Ancient, timeless, bold, and true.
Roots entwine in sacred ground,
Life’s circle turns, round and round.
So listen close, and you may hear,
The whispered words of a world so near.
In each stone, each leaf, each breath of air,
A story lies, beyond compare.