In the quiet of the morning’s breath,
Where light first kisses the earth,
A soul whispers prayers of gratitude,
Seeking solace in the divine vastness.
The river of time flows gently,
Carrying hopes and dreams sublime,
Guided by hands unseen,
Toward a horizon of eternal peace.
In the tapestry of stars above,
Mysteries of faith are woven tight,
Each twinkle a story of ages past,
A testament to the unyielding light.
As shadows dance with the breaking dawn,
Hearts find strength in whispered hymns,
A journey through sacred paths unfolds,
Bathed in the glow of holy beams.