In the stillness of the dawn’s embrace,Light whispers secrets to the waking earth.Gentle beams caress the morning’s face,And every shadow trembles with rebirth.

Through tangled woods where silence reigns,A golden stream weaves tales untold.Light paints the leaves with gentle stains,In hues of amber, green, and gold.

Upon the ocean’s restless crest,The light performs its daily rite.With every wave, a sunbeam dressed,In shimmering robes of pure delight.

As dusk descends, the light recedes,Yet leaves a trail of twilight’s glow.In dreams, the light sows hopeful seeds,That bloom beneath the night’s soft flow.