In the quiet whispers of the night,
A gentle glow begins to rise.
It dances softly, pure and bright,
A beacon for our weary eyes.

Through shadows deep and paths unknown,
Light guides us with its tender glow.
It shows the way, though we’re alone,
A friend in times when hope is low.

As dawn approaches, it remains,
A promise of a new day’s start.
With every ray, it soothes our pains,
And warms the coldest, tired heart.

So let us cherish light’s embrace,
A gift that never fades away.
In every dark and silent place,
It turns the night into the day.