In the silence of the morning’s breath,
Shadows dance with the fading stars,
A gentle whisper calls my name,
Wrapped in the embrace of distant dreams.

The sky, a canvas of muted hues,
Paints the sorrow of a night’s farewell,
As the sun hesitates to rise,
In the tender grasp of night’s lament.

Leaves rustle with a somber tune,
Echoing secrets of forgotten tales,
Each moment, a fleeting sigh,
Carved in the heart of time’s passage.

Yet in the melancholy of dawn’s embrace,
Hope lingers in the quiet air,
Promising light beyond the gloom,
A gentle reminder of new beginnings.