As the night yields to a tender glow,
The sky blushes with hues unknown,
Whispers of warmth begin to flow,
In the embrace of a world reborn.
Golden threads weave through the dark,
Painting dreams on nature’s canvas,
A silent promise, a hopeful spark,
The dawn’s light, pure and magnanimous.
Birds awaken in gentle song,
Heralds of the morning’s grace,
Each note, a testament to belong,
In the rhythm of time, in this sacred place.
The horizon blushes, a lover’s sigh,
Welcoming the day with open arms,
As shadows fade and the stars bid goodbye,
The sunrise, a balm to nightâs alarms.