Beneath the canvas of the sky, night’s velvet cloak retreats,
As whispers of the morning breeze, the darkness gently beats.
With tender strokes of amber hues, the sun begins to rise,
Unveiling dreams of yesternight, within the waking eyes.

The horizon blushes softly, in shades of pink and gold,
A symphony of silence, as the day’s tale unfolds.
Each ray, a brush of gentleness, a promise newly sworn,
To chase away the shadows, and mend the hearts that mourn.

The world, a page of wonder, in morning’s gentle clasp,
Each dewdrop holds a universe, within its sparkling grasp.
The birds sing songs of reverence, to greet the nascent day,
As sunlight weaves through branches, in a delicate ballet.

Embrace the dawn’s soft whispers, let hope within you bloom,
For every sunrise carries light, to pierce the deepest gloom.
With every dawn, a new beginning, a chance to start anew,
The golden embrace of morning, paints the world in hues so true.