In dawn’s first blush where golden rivers run,
The Master’s hand unfurls the rising sun—
A canvas vast, with clouds of silken fire,
Each ray a thread of heaven’s pure desire.
The mountains rise like ancient guardians tall,
Their peaks etched sharp against the sapphire wall;
With forests cloaked in emerald velvet deep,
Where whispers weave through boughs in slumber sweet.
The ocean sings in waves of turquoise grace,
A symphony of foam and vast embrace;
Beneath its breast, the coral gardens bloom,
Like jeweled cities from a monarch’s loom.
The fragile rose, in petals soft as prayer,
Unfolds her heart with fragrance rich and rare;
A butterfly, with wings of stained-glass light,
Dances on winds that bless the morning bright.
The stars at dusk, a diamond-studded veil,
Scatter their secrets where the nightingales
Pour forth their souls in melodies divine,
As moonlight bathes the world in silver shine.
From tiniest seed that cracks the earthen floor,
To eagle soaring where the tempests roar—
Each atom hums with purpose, pure and true,
A living poem etched by hands anew.
No flaw escapes the eye of perfect Love;
All things reflect the glory from above.
In every breath, in every leaf and stone,
We see the Artist’s signature—His own.
For what our Creator weaves in timeless art
Is masterpiece eternal, pure and whole—
A rhyme of wonder, beauty without end,
Where earth and sky in sacred chorus blend.