In the cradle of dawn, a whisper soft and light,
Emerges from silence, embracing the night.
A fragile breath, a promise yet to unfold,
In the gentle warmth where stories are told.

The world pauses, draped in hues of gold,
As time unveils its mysteries, both new and old.
Tiny fingers grasp at the air, so pure,
In their touch, dreams and hopes endure.

A symphony of firsts, each note a tender grace,
Dances through the air in an unhurried pace.
With eyes wide open, a soul begins to see,
The vast expanse of endless possibility.

In this moment, the universe breathes anew,
A canvas wide, painted with love’s hue.
For in this birth, a journey has begun,
Under the watchful gaze of the rising sun.