In the hush of morning’s grace,
Soft whispers dance upon the breeze,
Awakening dreams long held in place,
Beneath the swaying, ancient trees.

The first light kisses dewdrop’s glow,
A gentle promise of the new,
As shadows from the night now go,
Revealing skies of endless blue.

Birds sing songs of hope and cheer,
Their melodies a sweet embrace,
Echoing softly, crystal clear,
In the calm of morning’s space.

The world awakens, slow and true,
In tender hues of amber gold,
A canvas fresh, a life anew,
A story waiting to unfold.