In the hush before the morning’s rise,
Where dreams and reality gently collide,
Hope stirs softly in the heart’s embrace,
Whispering promises of a new day’s grace.

Through the night’s long and shadowed veil,
Stars align in a celestial tale,
Guiding weary souls to brighter skies,
With every dawn, new possibilities arise.

The sun, a beacon of unwavering light,
Cuts through despair with all its might,
Painting the world in hues of gold,
Stories of resilience, courage untold.

So let the morning’s gentle breath,
Sweep away the night’s silent dread,
For in each moment, a chance to reclaim,
The boundless spirit, forever unchained.