As the sun peeks over the horizon,
Painting the sky in hues of gold,
The world awakens from its slumber,
With stories of a day untold.
Birds sing their morning serenade,
A symphony of life anew,
The air is filled with promise,
As the night bids its adieu.
Dewdrops glisten on emerald blades,
A testament to the night’s tears,
The morning brings with it hope,
Dissolving all our fears.
In the quiet of the early hours,
Possibilities are born,
The dawnâs gentle embrace,
Ushers in a fresh morn.