In the quiet moments before dawn breaks,
Light whispers secrets to the waking world,
A gentle touch across the sleeping lakes,
Where dreams and reality are softly twirled.

Through shadowed paths where darkness sways,
The light dances, weaving stories untold,
Guiding wanderers through the dusky haze,
With warmth and hope in its gentle hold.

In the golden embrace of the rising sun,
Colors bloom in the sky, vivid and bright,
A testament to the night’s swift run,
As day unfolds with radiant might.

And as the evening draws its velvet veil,
The light lingers, a soft, lingering sigh,
Promising return with morning’s trail,
A faithful guardian in the endless sky.