In the cradle of dawn, whispers unfold,
Sunlight dances upon the waking earth,
A gentle touch that stories have told,
Of warmth and dreams in morning’s birth.

Golden rays spill across the fields wide,
Painting the world in hues so bright,
Awakening life where shadows hide,
In the embrace of the morning light.

Soft breezes carry the song of the day,
As petals bloom in its radiant grace,
Nature’s symphony in sweet array,
Under the sun’s tender, watchful face.

Through the hours, its gentle glow stays,
Guiding hearts with its timeless gleam,
A beacon of hope in everyday ways,
Sunshine, the weaver of every dream.