The choirs chorus

In the hush before dawn breaks,

Whispers of the night do fade,

A chorus stirs, the world awakes,

Voices woven, light displayed.

Echoes of the ancient woods,

Murmurs from the fields of grain,

Harmony where silence stood,

Melodies in sweet refrain.

Each voice a thread of golden sound,

Winding through the morning air,

Together in a bond profound,

A tapestry beyond compare.

Joy and sorrow intertwined,

Notes that rise and gently fall,

The choir's chorus, hearts aligned,

A symphony that moves us all.

In the choir, all souls unite,

Bound by song, by hope, by grace,

In the music, pure delight,

In each voice, a sacred place.

Let the echoes never cease,

Harmony through trials endure,

In their song, we find our peace,

In their voices, we are pure.