In the hush of morning light’s embrace,
Where shadows dance in soft retreat,
The earth awakens with gentle grace,
A symphony of whispers, soft and sweet.

The river flows with stories untold,
Carrying dreams from night to day,
Its waters weave tales of the bold,
Guiding hearts along their way.

Leaves tremble with the breath of time,
As winds of change begin to play,
In every rustle, a silent rhyme,
A song of new beginnings on display.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless hue,
Hope blooms in colors pure and bright,
In the dance of dawn, old fades to new,
A canvas painted with morning’s light.