In the hush of morn, light softly spills,
Through curtains drawn, the night it stills.
A golden hue, the world it paints,
Chasing shadows, the dark it taints.

Upon the leaves, a glistening dew,
Dances lightly, a radiant view.
Whispering winds, the branches sway,
Heralding the promise of a brand-new day.

Beneath the sky, the light expands,
Touching valleys and distant lands.
A gentle warmth, a tender touch,
In its embrace, we feel so much.

As day unfolds in vibrant hues,
The light guides us with graceful cues.
In every beam, a story told,
Of endless wonders yet to unfold.