In the quiet hush of morning’s gentle grace,
Whispers of light unfold with tender care,
The world awakens in a soft embrace,
As golden hues dance lightly on the air.

The chirping chorus heralds a new day,
Nature’s symphony in harmonious cheer,
Each note a promise in the sun’s warm ray,
A melody of hope that all can hear.

Mist kisses the earth with a gentle sigh,
Veils of silver drift through the waking trees,
The sky blushes with colors as they lie,
A canvas painted with the morn’s soft ease.

In morning’s light, dreams gently take their flight,
As shadows retreat with the night’s cool breeze,
Awakened hearts find solace in the light,
In morning’s arms, their restless spirits ease.