In the quiet dawn, light gently breaks,
Whispering promises the night forsakes,
Painting skies with hues of gold,
A symphony of warmth, brave and bold.
Through the forest, it weaves and winds,
Awakening life in hidden finds,
Each leaf a canvas, each stream a song,
Where shadows dance, where dreams belong.
In the heart of night, a guiding star,
A beacon of hope from near to far,
It holds the world in tender embrace,
Giving courage, giving grace.
As day fades into twilight’s glow,
Light softly whispers, “Never let go,”
For even in darkness, it remains,
A silent force that ever sustains.