When the sky blushes with the first light,
A silent whisper rides the gentle breeze,
The world awakens from its night,
Wrapped in dawn’s tender embrace with ease.

Shadows retreat, surrendering to the glow,
A symphony of colors begins to unfold,
The horizon dances, putting on a show,
Stories of a new day yet to be told.

Dewdrops kiss the petals of morning blooms,
Nature’s canvas painted fresh and bright,
Each moment in dawn’s light resumes,
As dreams give way to waking sight.

In the calm and quiet of this sacred hour,
Hopes and promises softly ignite,
Dawn’s first light holds a gentle power,
To turn the darkest night into pure delight.