When darkness fades and dawn breaks free, The morning sun whispers to thee, With golden rays that touch the soul,…
In the dawn’s gentle embrace, The eggs lie still and soft, Whispering secrets of the earth, Awaiting their morning call.…
Upon the water’s edge, where lilies softly sway, A dance of ducks begins at the break of day. Gentle ripples…
Gentle hues of morning rise, Whispering secrets in the skies, A symphony of light unfolds, As nightâs dark curtain slowly…
In the quiet dawn, a gentle sigh, As golden rays begin to rise, I whisper thanks to the morning light,…
In the golden hues of morning light, I find, Gratitude whispers softly, in the quiet of my mind. For the…
In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, A brew of warmth, both dark and bright. It stirs the soul,…
In the quiet nook of morning’s light, Where shadows play and dreams take flight, Lives a tale of tender grace,…