Gentle hues of morning rise,
Whispering secrets in the skies,
A symphony of light unfolds,
As nightâs dark curtain slowly folds.
The world awakens with a sigh,
Beneath the tender, golden eye,
Shadows flee, and dreams take flight,
In the embrace of dawnâs soft light.
Dew-kissed fields and silent streams,
Cradle the echoes of our dreams,
Natureâs breath, a silent song,
Heralds the day where we belong.
Together we greet the dawn anew,
With hearts refreshed, and spirits true,
For in the light of morningâs grace,
We find our place, our sacred space.