In the hush of early morning light,
Soft whispers dance upon the breeze,
The world awakens, shedding night,
As dawn unfolds with gentle ease.

A cascade of colors fills the sky,
Painting dreams upon the waking earth,
With hues that speak of promises nigh,
A tender call to morning’s birth.

The stars retreat, their vigil done,
As shadows fade and light takes reign,
Each ray a herald of the sun,
Igniting hope, dispelling pain.

In this tranquil, sacred hour of grace,
The world rejuvenates, anew,
Embracing dawn’s tender embrace,
A symphony of light in view.