In the gentle light of dawn's first glow,
Where whispers awaken the night’s soft flow,
The world reveals its tender embrace,
A fleeting dance, a moment of grace.

The river sings a soothing tune,
Its deep rhythm, both calm and strewn,
It winds its path through hills and trees,
A melody carried on the summer breeze.

The flowers burst in colors so bright,
A masterpiece born from morning's light,
Their petals reach for the skies above,
A touch of nature, cherished and loved.

Though stars may dim and the moon may fade,
The heart will keep its warmth displayed,
For in the quiet, you will see,
The beauty that lives in memory.

And so we wander, both brave and free,
In the soft light, through an endless sea,
Of dreams and moments that ebb and flow,
Where love, like rivers, continues to grow.

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