"The Song of Dawn"

In hush of night when dreams still sigh,

A breath of gold sweeps through the sky.

The stars, once bold, now slowly fade,

As morning weaves its shining braid.

The first soft blush on heaven's face,

Spreads tender light with gentle grace.

The hills awake in robes of mist,

By early sunbeams warmly kissed.

A sleepy river hums its tune,

Reflecting hues of pale maroon.

Each tree and flower lifts its head,

Shaking the starlight from its bed.

The robins trill a waking song,

The winds, once silent, dance along.

The sleepy earth in colors dressed,

Rises renewed, refreshed, and blessed.

The whispers of the waking breeze,

Sway golden fields and ancient trees.

A thousand petals drink the light,

And sparkle fresh from dewy night.

O dawn, you are a painter wise,

You drape your fire across the skies.

You teach the world to hope, to start,

To lift the day with open heart.

In every breath, in every ray,

You promise dreams within the day.

The soul, reborn with rising sun,

Becomes again a race begun.

So sing, sweet dawn, your sacred song,

And guide our weary hearts along.

For in your light, so pure, so free,

We glimpse a better world to be.