In the quiet cradle of dawn’s gentle light,Whispers of dreams begin to fade,The world awakes with calm delight,A new day’s promise softly laid.The sky blushes with hues so bright,Birds sing their hopeful songs anew,Nature dances in the morning’s sight,With every drop of morning dew.The sun ascends in golden grace,Chasing shadows from the night,Painting warmth on every face,Filling hearts with pure delight.As morning weaves its tender thread,Hope and peace in every ray,We rise, with dreams and paths ahead,Embracing the beauty of each day.