As the light spills softly on fields of dreams,
Morning’s gentle touch awakens the soul,
A symphony of whispers in golden beams,
Promises of a day yet to unfold.
The horizon blushes with hues of grace,
Birds sing anthems to the waking world,
In every shadow, a new hope to chase,
As the morning’s magic gently unfurled.
Dewdrops glisten on leaves anew,
A tapestry woven with light and air,
Each moment a canvas, fresh and true,
A masterpiece crafted with tender care.
In the embrace of dawn’s tender light,
We find solace in the day’s new start,
The morning whispers, a silent delight,
Filling every corner of the heart.