Simplicity

In the quiet of the dawn's first light,
Where shadows yield to morning bright,
A single flower stands in sight,
A symbol pure of nature's might.

The morning breeze, so fresh and clear,
Carries whispers far and near,
Awakening the earth to cheer,
As daybreak paints the atmosphere.

Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Where whispers of the wind pass through,
Each blade of grass kissed by the dew,
Holds secrets in its verdant hue.

The birds begin their morning song,
Their melodies both sweet and strong,
In nature's choir, they all belong,
A harmony that can't be wrong.

A brook that sings a soft refrain,
Through valleys wide and golden plain,
Its gentle flow, a sweet, clear vein,
That tells a tale of joy and pain.

By its banks, the flowers bloom,
Their colors brightening nature's room,
Dispelling every hint of gloom,
In nature's fragrant, sweet perfume.

Within the stillness of the night,
Where stars and moon in dance delight,
The world is bathed in silver light,
A testament to simple sight.

The crickets play their twilight tune,
Beneath the gentle watch of moon,
Their serenade a sleepy boon,
A lullaby that ends too soon.

For in these moments, calm and true,
Where life's complexities subdue,
We find the beauty that we knew,
In simple things, forever new.

The heart finds peace in nature's way,
In quiet night and break of day,
Where love and life in balance stay,
A timeless dance, a gentle sway.