In The Tender’s Cradle Embrace
In the tender cradle of dawn’s first blush,Where hues of amber and rose gently brush,The sky unfolds its majestic canvas,A sight that whispers love, ever so wondrous.Each sunrise, a fleeting, golden embrace,A masterpiece no troubles can efface.Mother Nature, with her kind, gentle hands,Paints anew the day across the lands.Her warm touches on the blushing sky,Guide … Read more