In the cradle of dawn’s tender embrace,
A symphony of light begins to play,
Golden hues dance on the horizon’s face,
Heralding the birth of a brand new day.
Birds awaken with melodious song,
Their notes a gentle nudge to sleeping earth,
The world stirs as shadows stretch long,
Embracing the promise of morningâs rebirth.
The air is crisp, filled with whispers of hope,
Drawing dreams from the nightâs gentle hold,
As sunlight weaves through each leafy slope,
Painting the world in stories untold.
With each breath, the morning softly speaks,
Of beginnings wrapped in golden thread,
A tapestry of moments the heart seeks,
In the gentle light where dreams are fed.