In the stillness of the morning light,
Where dreams dissolve and take their flight,
The world awakens, soft and bright,
Bathed in hues of gold and white.

The birds begin their gentle song,
A melody that’s pure and strong,
Each note a promise, all day long,
Of moments where we all belong.

The dew-kissed grass beneath our feet,
A silent whisper, soft and sweet,
Tells tales of night and day’s first meet,
In morning’s tender, warm retreat.

As sunlight dances through the trees,
And morning’s breath is in the breeze,
We find a peace that puts us at ease,
In dawn’s embrace, our hearts appease.