In the quiet dawn, light tiptoes near,Chasing away the remnants of night,A gentle touch upon the earth,Unveiling dreams with its golden sight.Through the forest, it dances free,Weaving patterns among the leaves,A symphony of warmth and grace,Where every secret gently breathes.Upon the waves, it glimmers bright,Leading sailors to distant shores,A beacon of hope in the vast unknown,Its brilliance endlessly restores.As twilight falls, it softly fades,Leaving whispers in the sky,A promise of return at dawn,A cycle unbroken, never to die.