In the gentle hush before the sun,
The world awakens, softly spun,
A tapestry of light and grace,
Morning’s tender, warm embrace.
Through the veil of night’s retreat,
Comes the day on silent feet,
Painting skies with hues so bright,
Chasing shadows, birthing light.
The whispers of the waking breeze,
Dance through leaves on ancient trees,
A symphony of nature’s song,
Guiding us where we belong.
With every dawn, a chance anew,
To dream, to hope, to see it through,
In morning’s glow, the heart takes flight,
Embracing the beauty of daylight.