In the quiet hush before the morn,
Lies a world where dreams are born.
Gentle whispers of the dawn arise,
Painting hope across the skies.
The light cascades with tender grace,
Revealing beauty in every place.
Each moment a gift, each breath a song,
In gratitude, we find where we belong.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Our spirits soar, and hearts comply.
With courage bold and faith anew,
We cherish all, with eyes of dew.
The journey winds, yet we remain,
In appreciation, we break the chain.
For in the dance of life, we see,
The endless gifts that set us free.