In the quiet of the morning, light softly creeps,
Whispering secrets the night couldn’t keep,
Gently it dances on the dew-kissed leaves,
Awakening the world from its restful reprieve.

Through the curtains, it weaves a golden thread,
Painting dreams on pillows where we lay our heads,
With warmth and grace, it nudges us awake,
Promising hope with every gentle shake.

In the embrace of light, shadows lose their fight,
As colors bloom vibrant, chasing away the night,
A symphony of hues serenades the sky,
Inviting us to soar, to dream, to fly.

Light, the eternal muse, a guiding star,
Illuminates the paths where our dreams are,
In its glow, we find strength to face the day,
With courage renewed, we find our way.