As dawn awakens with a tender sigh,
The world is kissed by hues of gold,
Night’s shadows gently bid goodbye,
To the morning’s story, yet untold.

The dewdrops glisten on the leaves,
A symphony of whispers in the breeze,
Nature’s canvas, an artist’s dream,
In morning’s light, all worries ease.

Birds sing their songs, a joyful cheer,
Welcoming the sun’s warm rays,
The world, now bright and clear,
Begins anew with each new day.

In the gentle whisper of morning’s embrace,
We find a moment of pure grace,
A chance to breathe, to start again,
In morning’s light, we find our zen.