In the gentle hush of the budding dawn,
Where dreams and reality softly conspire,
The sun whispers secrets to the waking world,
Spilling golden light over fields of desire.

Morning paints the sky with hues of hope,
As birds compose a melody in the trees,
Awakening hearts with the promise of day,
Breathing life into the cool, crisp breeze.

The dewdrops glisten like tiny stars,
On blades of grass that sway and gleam,
Nature’s quiet symphony begins to unfold,
In the sacred stillness of morning’s dream.

With every ray that kisses the earth,
A new chapter eagerly turns its page,
Inviting souls to embrace the warmth,
Of a morning’s gentle, radiant stage.