In the dawn’s tender light, reality wakes,
Unveiling truths that dreams forsake.
A whispered breeze through silent trees,
Telling stories carried by the seas.

Shadows dance on walls of gold,
Where fantasies in sleep unfold.
Yet morning breaks with honest grace,
Casting light on time’s embrace.

The heart may wander, lost in flight,
Yet finds its way by morning’s light.
For dreams may guide the soul’s delight,
But reality grounds the endless night.

So listen, hear the gentle call,
In every rise, in every fall.
For reality’s song, though softly spun,
Binds the earth and all that’s done.