In the early hours, where night meets day,
The lake awakens in a soft, pastel hue.
A mirror to the sky, it ripples and sways,
Reflecting dreams, both old and new.

Gentle whispers of the breeze break the calm,
Caressing the surface with a tender touch.
Nature’s lullaby is a soothing psalm,
In this tranquil embrace, we feel so much.

Shadows dance upon the lake’s serene face,
As the first light of dawn begins to spread.
Each ripple tells a story, each wave a trace,
Of memories long past, and words unsaid.

The lake at dawn, a canvas pure and wide,
Holds the secrets of the night just passed.
In its depths, our thoughts and dreams reside,
A timeless haven, forever steadfast.