In the gentle whisper of the dawn,
Awakens a soul, newly drawn,
From ashes of the night, it rises,
To greet the sun with no disguises.

The earth bathes in morning light,
Casting off the shadows of night,
Each leaf and petal, fresh and bright,
Embrace the day with pure delight.

The river sings a timeless tune,
While the heart finds its own room,
To shed its past, to grow anew,
In every drop of morning dew.

A cycle as old as time can be,
Yet filled with endless mystery,
Rebirth, a dance of life and death,
Breathes in the air with every breath.