The dawn breaks with a gentle sigh,
Painting the horizon in hues of gold.
The night retreats, a soft goodbye,
As morning tales begin to unfold.
Birds sing songs of waking dreams,
Their melodies dance in the air.
The world awakens in golden beams,
A symphony without compare.
Dewdrops glisten on emerald leaves,
Nature’s jewels in the morning light.
Each moment a treasure it weaves,
A miracle born from the night.
The sun whispers to the waking earth,
Promising warmth, hope, and grace.
A new day, a quiet rebirth,
Wrapped in morning’s soft embrace.