In dawn’s soft glow, the world begins to sing,
With birds’ sweet chorus, joyful on the wing.
Golden light dances through the emerald leaves,
Whispering secrets as the morning breathes.

The rivers flow, their waters clear and pure,
Reflecting skies that promise and assure.
Mountains stand tall, a fortress bold and grand,
Guarding the beauty of this sacred land.

In every petal, every drop of dew,
The hand of God is crafting life anew.

~Sheetal Soni