The dawn breaks with a gentle sigh,
Painting skies with hues of gold and blue.
Birds awaken, their songs float high,
Greeting the world with melodies anew.
The sun peeks over the horizon’s edge,
Spreading warmth across the waking land.
Dew-kissed leaves sparkle like a pledge,
Of a day that holds dreams grand.
Shadows flee from the morning light,
As life stirs in the gentle breeze.
The world awakens from the night,
Embracing the morning’s sweet release.
In this serene and tranquil hour,
Possibilities seem to bloom and grow.
Morning’s grace, a gentle power,
Whispering secrets only dawn can know.