In the dawn’s gentle whisper, shadows play,
As light dances with darkness in the morn,
The night yields softly to the coming day,
A tapestry of dreams and hopes reborn.

Glimmers of gold pierce the sable’s embrace,
Painting the sky with promises anew,
In this serene and sacred, shared space,
The heart finds courage, the soul its true view.

Yet as the sun wanes, the shadows reclaim,
The quiet corners where secrets reside,
In twilight’s tender and flickering flame,
We wander inward, where mysteries hide.

Thus, in the dance of light and dark, we learn,
To cherish the balance, the ebb and flow,
For in each transition, our spirits turn,
Finding peace in the dim, and in the glow.