Elysian Lights

Through veils of leaves, the sunlight streams, A golden glow on whispered dreams. The ocean shimmers, soft and wide, A quiet hymn where worlds collide. White blooms awaken, pure and bright, Bathed in the kiss of morning light. The breeze, a herald, gently sings, Of fleeting hours and fragile things. In this embrace, the earth stands still, A moment shaped by nature’s will. Elysian light, so warm, so true, A fleeting gift, a timeless view.