In the hush before the morning light,When dreams still dance on the edge of night,The world holds its breath in gentle pause,Awaiting the dawn with no applause.The sky blushes in hues of softest rose,As the first rays of the sun compose,A melody of warmth and tender grace,Painting hope upon the earth’s face.Birds awaken with a sweet serenade,Their songs weave through the forest glade,A chorus of life that stirs the soul,As dawn’s embrace makes the weary whole.With each new day the world renews,In the gentle light of morning’s hues,A promise whispers on the breeze,Of endless possibilities and peace.