In the gentle cradle of the early morn,
Whispers of dawn begin to unfold,
The sky, a canvas of dreams reborn,
Paints a story in hues of gold.

Leaves rustle with secrets untold,
As the first light kisses the earth,
A symphony of beginnings, bold,
Echoes the promise of rebirth.

The river murmurs a tender song,
Carrying hopes on its silver stream,
Every moment feels so strong,
In the embrace of a waking dream.

With each heartbeat, a new start,
In the horizon, endless skies,
A journey woven into every heart,
Where beginnings never say goodbye.