In the quiet morn where shadows flee,
A gentle glow begins to weave,
Through the night, the whispers tell,
Of dreams unbroken, hearts that swell.

The light dances on fields of gold,
Promises of stories yet untold,
With every ray, a promise new,
Painting skies in vibrant hues.

Hope rises with the morning sun,
In every heart, a race begun,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Guided by the endless sky.

As day unfolds, so does our faith,
In the embrace of light, we find our place,
With courage strong, we journey on,
Toward horizons kissed by dawn.