In the stillness of dawn’s first breath,
A gentle whisper of light is born,
Caressing the world with delicate touch,
And painting shadows with a golden hue.

Through the forest, amidst the trees,
It dances on leaves, a fleeting grace,
Warming the heart with its tender glow,
A silent promise of new beginnings.

As the day matures, it finds its strength,
Illuminating paths once shrouded in dark,
Guiding the lost with unwavering clarity,
Bestowing hope where despair once lay.

When twilight descends, it softly fades,
Retreating to the realms of dreams,
Yet its essence lingers in the night,
A beacon of light, forever enduring.