At dawn's first light, nature's soft embrace,
Motes of light entangles boughs in golden strands,
E'ry dawn unveils a wondrous painted grace.

Meadows bloom with flowers, a vibrant chase,
As gentle breezes dance with feathered bands,
At dawn's first light, nature's soft embrace,

The river's song, a melody without haste,
Through valleys deep and ancient, where it lands,
E'ry dawn unveils a wondrous painted grace.

Mountains rise, their peaks a solemn place,
Lightning eagles soars where no man can stand,
At dawn's first light, nature's soft embrace,

Underneath the canopy's verdant face,
Life thrives in harmony, where all expands,
E'ry dawn unveils a wondrous painted grace.

O nature's canvas, filled with boundless trace,
A symphony of colors, life commands,
At dawn's first light, nature's soft embrace
E'ry dawn unveils a wondrous painted grace.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Lupar, in the year 951 AF.