In the quiet dawn, a canvas unfurls,
Whispers of night in twilight's curls.
A symphony of colors paints the sky,
As the sun, a gentle artist, draws nigh.
Golden fingers reach, embrace the night,
Chasing shadows in their hasty flight.
The world awakens, a sleepy gaze,
As dawn unveils its mesmerizing blaze.
The horizon blushes with hues untold,
A masterpiece in orange and gold.
A celestial ballet, a dance divine,
As morning's magic starts to intertwine.
Birdsong flutters on the waking breeze,
Nature's chorus, a harmonious tease.
The air, alive with promises new,
As dawn whispers, "begin anew."
Silhouettes dissolve in morning's kiss,
As daylight emerges, a gentle bliss.
Mountains, trees, and rivers play,
In the first light of a brand-new day.
The world bathed in warmth and light,
A canvas alive, a breathtaking sight.
Embracing hope, with every sunrise,
A daily miracle in nature's guise.
So, as the sun ascends on high,
Let your spirit soar, reach the sky.
For in each dawn, a chance to find,
The beauty in the heart and mind.
