In the stillness of dawn’s first breath,
Light dances on the horizon’s edge,
A gentle whisper, soft yet bright,
Awakening the world from night’s embrace.
Through the canopy of ancient trees,
It filters down in golden streams,
Touching leaves with a tender grace,
Painting shadows in a delicate dream.
On the surface of a tranquil lake,
Light shimmers with a serene glow,
Ripples spread, a silent hymn,
Echoing the beauty of the day.
As evening falls and dusk draws near,
Light fades into a twilight’s veil,
Yet in the dark, it still remains,
A beacon of hope, guiding through the night.