In the hush of dawn’s first breath,
Light spills like liquid gold,
Painting the world anew,
In hues both soft and bold.

Through the curtains of my room,
It dances with the dust,
A silent symphony of hope,
A promise that I trust.

Under the canopy of stars,
It whispers through the night,
Guiding lost souls home,
With its gentle, steadfast light.

And in the quiet moments,
When shadows grow too long,
Light remains a beacon,
A melody in the darkest song.