In the dawn’s first light, whispers of hope arise,
Illuminating paths where dreams reside,
Shadows retreat, giving way to the skies,
As night surrenders to the morning tide.
Beneath the moon, the dark takes its hold,
Embracing the world in a silent, soft embrace,
Stars like pearls in a blanket of cold,
Guiding night travelers through the vast space.
Light and dark, in an eternal dance,
One cannot exist without the otherâs grace,
In their balance, a harmonious trance,
Creating a world of infinite space.
As day turns to night and night to day,
The cycle of light and dark remains,
In their embrace, we find our way,
Through the joys and the pains.