In the quiet dawn, light softly stirs,
Awakening dreams from night’s gentle slumber,
A golden touch upon the earth unfurls,
Warming hearts with its tender whisper.
Through the forest, it weaves and bends,
Casting shadows that play and sway,
A silent companion, a friend to mend,
Guiding lost souls along their way.
In the cityâs pulse, it dances bright,
Reflecting hope in each windowâs gleam,
A beacon for those in the deepest night,
A reminder of the light within our dreams.
As twilight falls, it softly fades,
Yet leaves behind a gentle trace,
A promise that in darkness, aid,
The light shall rise again with grace.