In the hush of morning’s gentle breath,
Awakens the world from night’s soft embrace,
Whispers of renewal dance in the light,
Promising hope and endless grace.

The leaves unfurl in vibrant hues,
Casting aside the shadowed past,
With every bud, a story anew,
Nature’s canvas, vast and vast.

The river flows with ancient songs,
Carving paths through untraveled lands,
Echoing the heart’s silent longings,
Held tenderly in time’s gentle hands.

And so, beneath the sky’s watchful eye,
We find in each dawn a chance to grow,
To rise from ashes, to dream and fly,
In the ever-turning cycle, a glow.