Whispers Of A Gentle Day Poem by Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza

The day awakens with a gentle sigh,
Whispers carried by the forest's breath,
As sunlight dances, soft and shy,
Over lakes and rivers, caressed by Earth's caress.

In the heart of the woods, a vocal dawn,
Where birds weave melodies, fragile and free,
Nature's choir, harmonizing at morn,
Their notes like dew on a tender leaf.

The trees stand tall, in graceful repose,
Their leaves a tapestry of emerald dreams,
Each branch a verse in the poem of those,
Who find beauty in the day's quiet streams.

Rivers flow with a lover's grace,
Tracing paths in silvered light,
Their currents a serenade, an embrace,
Gently guiding the day from night.

The lake, a mirror to the sky,
Reflects the clouds in whispered tones,
A tranquil canvas where thoughts can lie,
And the soul finds solace among nature's stones.

As the day unfolds in hues so fair,
Each moment a petal in time's bouquet,
Nature's beauty, beyond compare,
Calls us to follow its tender way.