Whispers of Dawn

In the quiet hush before the morn,

Where stars and dreams have softly worn,

The world awakens with a sigh,

As dawn's first light begins to pry.

Beneath the veil of night’s embrace,

A tender kiss from time and space,

The sun, a golden whispered tune,

Will paint the sky with hues of noon.

Each petal opens, shyly bold,

In stories that the dawn unfolds,

While shadows dance in gentle sway,

And night’s last whispers fade away.

In the heart of morning's grace,

Hope and wonder interlace,

A symphony of light and air,

With magic rising everywhere.

So let the day’s new promise gleam,

And chase away the remnants of dreams,

For every dawn is a chance to start,

A canvas fresh for every heart.