In the heart of night, where shadows lay,
A whisper of dawn begins to say,
“Awaken, soul, from slumber deep,
For renewal’s promise you shall keep.”

Through the mist, a light does break,
Gentle hues, the sky they stake,
A canvas fresh, with colors new,
Dreams revived, in morning’s dew.

Seasons turn, as time flows on,
Each breath a chance, a brand new dawn,
Let go of past, embrace the now,
In present moments, take a vow.

Rise again, like phoenix fire,
Burning bright with pure desire,
In every end, a start anew,
Renewal’s grace, forever true.