In the tender hush of morning’s grace,
When stars yield to the sun’s embrace,
Whispers of dawn softly arise,
Painting dreams across the skies.

A gentle glow on the horizon’s line,
Promises of day in each golden sign,
Birds awaken, their songs unfurl,
Greeting the world, a vibrant swirl.

The night’s cloak slowly fades away,
Revealing colors of a brand-new day,
With every ray, hope is reborn,
In the quiet breath of the early morn.

As shadows retreat, dreams take flight,
In the tender bloom of softest light,
Dawn, a symphony of beginnings anew,
A canvas where all wonders come true.