In the quiet dawn, where light softly spills,
Whispers of the infinite weave through the hills.
A gentle breeze carries the song of the divine,
In the heart of the morning, where the sacred aligns.

The stars fade slowly, yielding to the sun’s grace,
Yet their echoes linger, a celestial embrace.
In the dance of shadows, where mysteries unfold,
Lies the essence of divinity, ancient and bold.

In the rustle of leaves, in the river’s soft flow,
The voice of the eternal continues to grow.
With each heartbeat, with each breath drawn,
We find ourselves woven into the cosmic dawn.

In the silence profound, where all journeys start,
The presence of the Holy whispers to the heart.
Guiding with love, unseen and yet near,
In the tapestry of life, God’s spirit is here.