In the quiet of the morning, whispers of dawn break free,
Broken waves shatter the shore from a roaring sea.
A lone gull’s cry echoes through the misty air,
As I stand here lonesome, misty-eyed without you near.
Beneath the weeping willow, shadows softly dance,
While drops of dew from leaves drum a gentle cadence.
The world awakens slowly, wrapped in nature’s song,
Each petal unfurling as daylight grows strong.
The day is fresh and new, yet I’m still without you,
Though the sun shines brightly, my heart feels the dew.
You weren’t Mother Nature, but you were mother to me,
In your embrace, I found solace, safe as can be.
I still hear you singing lullabies like wind through the trees,
Your voice a gentle melody carried by the breeze.
Entwined in every dawning sunrise, I sense your love’s reprise,
A tender reminder that your spirit never dies.
