When the dawn breaks the silence of the night,
Light’s gentle whisper paints the sky bright.
Shadows retreat, hiding from the glow,
As morning’s grace begins to show.

Rays of hope pierce through the dark,
Leaving behind a luminous mark.
In the dance of day and night,
Light emerges, a beacon of might.

Every corner touched by its embrace,
Illuminating each hidden place.
In the heart of the deepest gloom,
Light blossoms, banishing doom.

With each sunset, a promise renews,
That light will return to chase the blues.
For in every cycle, both day and night,
We find our way, led by the light.