Rays of the Rising Sun

Rays of the Rising Sun ‎ ‎Embracing Hope with Every New Dawn ‎ ‎Each morning paints the sky anew, ‎With shades of gold and gentle blue. ‎The darkest night must step aside, ‎As light returns with quiet pride. ‎ ‎The breeze is soft, the world is still, ‎Yet every leaf begins to thrill. ‎The sun climbs high with steady grace, ‎A warm smile on the planet’s face. ‎ ‎No dream is lost, no hope too small, ‎The dawn has room to hold them all. ‎It whispers, “Try just one more day,” ‎And gently clears the clouds away. ‎ ‎So rise, dear soul, and greet the light, ‎Let go of worry, fear, and fright. ‎For every sunrise starts a song— ‎A chance to heal, to grow, belong.