Dawn’s Quiet Pursuit

In the gentle hush of dawn’s first light,

Birds chip softly, a melody slight.

Cool breezes dance through leaves awake,

As people gather, for health’s own sake.

Joggers stride and walkers pace,

Chasing strength with steady grace.

Young and old, in morning’s embrace,

Strive to find a balanced space.

Some work to shed what burdens keep,

While others chase immunity’s deep.

For health’s own shield, built strong and true,

Protects through all that life may pursue.