A melody hums through the morning air,
Soft and light, beyond compare,
The notes like sunlight on the breeze,
Awakening the slumbering trees.
Each sound a story, told in tune,
A secret whispered to the moon,
A flutter of wings, a river’s flow,
Melodies only the heart can know.
In every laugh, in every sigh,
A song is born, a lullaby.
The wind, the waves, the falling rain,
Each carries music in its vein.
The earth spins round in perfect time,
A silent dance, a hidden rhyme.
And as the night begins to fall,
The stars sing softly, one and all.
For melodies are threads that bind
The fleeting hours, the wandering mind,
They live in echoes, memories, streams—
The timeless songs of whispered dreams.
