🦉WIse OWL CHRONICLES🦉

In the morning’s gentle grace, Sunlight dances, finds its place. Golden beams on dewdrops gleam, Waking earth from nightly dream.

Through the trees, in whispered song, Light weaves patterns, soft and strong. Caressing petals, warming ground, Nature’s heartbeat, rhythmic sound.

On the waves, a sparkling crown, Sunlight tumbles, tumbles down. In the meadows, fields of green, Basking in it’s radiant sheen.