As dawn unfolds its golden hue,
The light whispers through the trees,
Awakening dreams both old and new,
In a symphony of gentle breeze.

Yet shadows linger, soft and shy,
In corners where the light dare not tread,
A delicate balance of night and sky,
Where mysteries of the heart are fed.

The sun dips low in the western seas,
Painting the world in a tender glow,
While darkness gathers with silent ease,
In the places where only night can go.

Thus, in this dance of light and dark,
We find our paths through night and day,
Guided by both the spark and the arc,
In a world where shadows softly sway.