In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
Light dances with tender grace,
Chasing shadows of the night,
Painting dreams in morning’s light.

As the sun ascends the sky,
Darkness sighs, bidding goodbye,
Yet in corners softly hides,
Waiting for the moon’s tides.

Twilight whispers secrets old,
Where both light and dark unfold,
In their dance, a story told,
Of warmth and chill, bold and cold.

In the night’s quiet domain,
Stars emerge, a glittering chain,
Light and dark in harmony,
Weaving dreams, wild and free.