In gentle hues the morning breaks,
With whispers soft, the night forsakes.
The golden light begins to rise,
A symphony across the skies.
The horizon blushes, warm and bright,
Embracing dreams with pure delight.
Each ray a promise, fresh and new,
Painting hope in every hue.
The world awakens, bathed in gold,
As stories of the night unfold.
A tranquil dance of light and shade,
In dawnâs embrace, fears gently fade.
The sun ascends, a fiery grace,
Illuminating every space.
With each new day, we find our way,
Guided by the break of day.