Tempo Of The Natural World
In the quiet of dawn, a leaf stirs,
Kissed by morning dew,
A silent testament to the night’s retreat.
Nature awakens,
Each creature in its own rhythm,
A dance choreographed,
By the pulse of life itself.
Under the vast expanse of the azure sky,
Rivers trace their paths,
Carving stories into the earth,
Mountains stand as ancient sentinels,
Echoing the songs of ages past,
A symphony of existence,
Played on the grand stage of the world.
The setting sun weaves colors into the sky,
An artist of light and shadow,
Day yields to the embrace of the night,
A peaceful surrender to the inevitable cycle.
Stars emerge,
A pinpricks of light against the dark canvas,
A tranquil beauty that speaks,
In whispers to the quiet heart.
Moonlight bathes the world in a silver glow,
A nocturnal serenade,
Illuminating the stillness,
A mirror reflecting the calm of the night.
In this serene tableau,
Time seems to hold its breath,
A moment suspended,
Between the ticks of eternity’s clock.
With the break of dawn,
The cycle begins anew,
A testament to the enduring rhythm of life.
In this dance,
Each moment is both an ending and a beginning,
A timeless waltz to the tempo of the natural world.
