In the cradle of dawn, whispers of light,
Break the silence of the lingering night.
Shadows retreat as the sun begins to rise,
Painting the world with its golden dyes.

Yet as the day ages, the light starts to fade,
Darkness encroaches, casting deeper shade.
In the dance of dusk, where twilight sings,
The meeting of realms, where contrast clings.

Stars awaken in the velvet of the sky,
Guiding lost dreams as they silently fly.
In the arms of night, a gentle embrace,
Light and dark find their sacred space.

So in this balance, we find our way,
Through the night and into the day.
Harmony in contrast, a timeless art,
The eternal dance of the world’s heart.