As the horizon whispers to the night,
A gentle glow begins its rise,
The sun, a painter with endless might,
Colors the sky with soft, warm ties.
The shadows flee from morning’s grace,
Golden strands weave through the air,
Nature stirs in a slow embrace,
Awakening dreams with tender care.
Mountains stand in awe-struck gaze,
Reflecting hues of orange and red,
While rivers gleam in the sun’s praise,
A symphony of light widespread.
In this quiet, sacred hour,
Hope renews with each bright ray,
The world reborn by sunrise power,
A promise of a brand new day.