In the gentle hush of dawn’s embrace,
The sunlight whispers through the leaves,
Shadows dance in a silent chase,
Where every echo softly weaves.

Beneath the canopy of dreams,
The morning dew reflects the light,
Each ray a thread of golden beams,
Sewing day from the cloak of night.

The world awakes in quiet song,
A symphony of life’s sweet grace,
In silence, nature’s voice is strong,
As petals open, time gives chase.

In these moments, soft and bright,
The whispers of the sun reveal,
The dance of shadows, pure delight,
In stillness, life’s secrets unseal.