In the quiet dawn, the light softly breaks,
Painting the world with golden streaks,
Shadows dance in the gentle embrace,
As nightâs curtain slowly retreats.
The morning light whispers secrets untold,
Bathing the earth in a warm, gentle glow,
Each ray a story, a tale to unfold,
Bringing life to the world below.
Through the day, the light weaves its path,
Guiding us gently with its luminous hand,
It kisses the flowers, and warms the grass,
A silent symphony across the land.
As twilight descends, light softens its hue,
A serenade of colors, pinks, and blues,
Nightâs embrace is a gentle adieu,
Promising the dawn with a light renewed.