In the quiet whisper of the morning dew,
Grace descends, a gentle touch of light,
Bathing the world in a tender hue,
Turning the darkness into a hopeful sight.

Through the branches of ancient trees,
It weaves a melody of peace and calm,
Softly healing the wounds unseen,
A silent, soothing, eternal balm.

In every smile and heartfelt embrace,
Grace flows like a river pure,
Binding hearts with threads of lace,
Creating bonds that will endure.

As the stars adorn the night sky,
Grace shines with a celestial glow,
Guiding us with a gentle sigh,
In its light, we forever grow.