Hues of a Quite Morning

1. In the cradle of dawn's soft embrace,

The world awakens at a gentle pace.

Hues of amber, gold, and rose,

Paint the sky as the darkness goes.

2. The whispering breeze carries a tune,

Dancing light meets the fading moon.

Each blade of grass holds dew's soft tear,

A quite promise of day draws near.

3. Birds take flight in the warming glow,

Their melodies echo, gentle and low.

The earth stretches, serene and still,

Basking in morning's tranquil thrill.

4. Shadows retreat as the sun ascends,

The canvas of night quietly ends.

In the hues of a quite morning's reign,

Peace and beauty forever remain.