In the quiet of the morning’s gentle sigh,Where shadows dance in the softest hue,The world awakens with a solemn eye,Embracing whispers of the night’s adieu.The melancholy of a fading star,Guides the heart through paths unknown,In dreams where memories linger far,A silent journey where sorrows are sown.The echo of a distant, mournful tune,Weaves through the trees with tender grace,As the sun ascends, a golden boon,Yet leaves a tear upon the earth’s face.In the tapestry of dawn’s embrace,Melancholy paints its gentle art,A symphony of time and space,Where every ending finds a start.