In the tender light of morning’s grace,
The sun ascends with a gentle face,
Casting gold upon the waking earth,
A new day heralded, a fresh rebirth.
Through middayâs vibrant, searing blaze,
It warms the heart in myriad ways,
Shadows flee from its ardent gaze,
Life blooms beneath its radiant rays.
As afternoon wanes to twilight’s hue,
The sky transforms in colors true,
A canvas painted with hues so bright,
Before surrendering to the night.
Yet even as it sets, it leaves a mark,
A promise held within the dark,
That with the dawn, it shall return,
To light the world and forever burn.