In the quiet of the night, a whisper grows,
The tender call of life that softly flows.
From ashes grey, a phoenix takes its flight,
Embracing dawn, it shatters darkest night.

With every breath, the world begins anew,
A tapestry of colors, bright and true.
Old wounds may fade, yet scars will often heal,
In rebirth’s gentle touch, we learn to feel.

Through seasons’ change, the cycle never ends,
A dance of time, where broken hearts amend.
Each passing day, a gift to start again,
Renewed by hope, released from all our pain.

So let us rise, like dawn upon the earth,
With every step, we cherish our rebirth.
For in these moments, fragile yet so strong,
We find our place, where we truly belong.