At the horizon’s tender break,
A golden hue begins to wake,
Whispering dreams of light anew,
As morning paints the sky with dew.

The earth, in silent reverie,
Basks in the sun’s soft symphony,
Each ray a note of warmth and grace,
Lighting the world in its embrace.

Shadows retreat, the night takes flight,
Yielding to the dawn’s first light,
As colors blend in soft array,
Heralding the start of day.

In this tender, fleeting hour,
Nature blooms with gentle power,
An ode to life, a song to rise,
Beneath the canvas of the skies.