In the quiet moments of the dawn,
Where whispers of the morning sing,
Grace descends with gentle touch,
A symphony of kindness brings.

Through the shadows of the night,
Her radiance cuts the dark,
A beacon for the weary soul,
To find their lost, forgotten spark.

In every act of selfless love,
Her essence softly gleams,
Like dew upon the morning grass,
Reflecting all our dreams.

So let us cherish every day,
The grace that life bestows,
For in its light, we find our way,
And in its warmth, we grow.