In the hush of early morn, a gentle whisper calls,
The night’s embrace fades, as dawn softly falls.
Golden hues streak the sky, a canvas reborn,
In the tender light of a world newly adorned.

Birds serenade the sun with melodies so sweet,
Each note a promise, a day fresh and complete.
Dew-kissed petals glisten, nature’s quiet cheer,
Every breath a blessing, morning’s gift sincere.

Shadows retreat as the sun ascends high,
Illuminating dreams that in silence lie.
Hope awakens with each passing breeze,
Morning’s embrace, our hearts it frees.

As the world awakens from its twilight rest,
We find solace in the morning’s gentle quest.
In its embrace, we start anew,
With every dawn, our spirits renew.