Rays of gold that kiss the morn,
Whispers of warmth, a new day born.
Shimmering light that paints the sky,
In your embrace, sorrows fly high.

Gentle touch on fields of green,
Breathing life where shadows have been.
With every dawn, a promise spun,
In the gentle glow of the morning sun.

From dusk till dawn, your journey’s end,
A faithful guide, a constant friend.
Through trials and storms, you still remain,
The beacon of hope, in joy and pain.

As night descends, you bid adieu,
Yet in our hearts, your warmth is true.
Until the morn, when you return,
To light our path, for you we yearn.