In the gentle dawn, light whispers soft,
Shadows flee, their silence aloft.
A canvas of hues, both bright and stark,
The world awakens from the dark.

Noon arrives with a golden blaze,
Chasing shadows in a radiant maze.
Yet in each beam, a shadow’s mark,
Light and dark, a constant arc.

Twilight falls with a tender sigh,
Light and darkness blend in the sky.
Stars emerge, with a flickering spark,
A dance eternal of light and dark.

Night descends with a velvet shroud,
Darkness reigns, serene and proud.
Yet even then, in the deepest dark,
Moonlight glows, a guiding arc.