Baskadia

In the hush of dawn, when the world is still,

A whisper of light on a distant hill,

The day unfurls with a golden hue,

Breathing life into the morning dew.

Beneath the canopy of the ancient trees,

Whispers of secrets in the gentle breeze,

The river's song, a timeless tale,

Of dreams set free, and hearts that sail.

Mountains rise with majestic grace,

Guardians of time in a sacred space,

Their peaks kissed by the heavens' light,

Standing watch through the endless night.

In the dance of the stars and the moon's soft gleam,

Lies the magic of an unspoken dream,

Where every soul finds its destined place,

In the boundless expanse of celestial grace.

Here in the quiet, where silence speaks,

We find the answers that our hearts seek,

For in nature's embrace, pure and wild,

We rediscover the wonder of being a child.

So let us wander through fields of gold,

With stories of the earth waiting to be told,

For in every dawn, a promise is spun,

In the eternal dance of the moon and sun.