In the hush of morning’s first breath,
Light dances through the whispered trees,
Awakening the world from night’s embrace,
With a gentle touch, it sets hearts free.

Golden hues paint the sky with grace,
Illuminating paths unseen, unknown,
Guiding lost souls to a place of peace,
Where shadows find a brighter tone.

The warmth of its glow, a tender balm,
Healing wounds left by the darkest night,
In every corner, a soft, gentle calm,
Light weaves its song, pure and bright.

As twilight yields to day’s sweet reign,
Hope is renewed in the light’s embrace,
A promise whispered in every ray,
That even in darkness, we find our place.