In the hush of dawn's embrace, I stir awake,
In a shady morning's gentle light,
Where whispers of dreams still linger,
And the world is painted in hues so bright.
Chirping birds weave melodies divine,
Their symphony, a sweet serenade,
Their songs caress the air with gentle grace,
A chorus of joy that cannot fade.
A photograph of someone long gone,
Captured memories frozen in time,
Their presence lingers in every frame,
A bittersweet ache, a love enshrined.
From a distance, the sounds of life arise,
Vehicles humming, engines ignite,
As the world awakens, so do I,
In the dance of day's unfolding flight.
Once more, the birds let out a cheerful cry,
A playful echo of nature's cheer,
Yet amidst their songs, silence whispers,
A stubborn stillness, too precious to ignore, my dear.
And in this tranquil pause, thoughts of you emerge,
Like ripples on a calm and placid lake,
They dance and twirl, enchanting my mind,
A tender presence, a love I cannot forsake.
Oh, how serene it is to greet the morn,
In the tender embrace of a shady dawn,
As the world awakens, so do my thoughts,
In this tranquil moment, our souls are drawn.
