Whispers of the Dawn

In quiet fields where shadows play,

The morning breaks with soft ballet.

A whispered breeze, a gentle light,

Awakens dreams from out the night.

The sky paints hues of rose and gold,

A story new, yet never old.

Each moment fresh, a chance to start,

A beating hope within the heart.

So rise, dear soul, embrace the day,

Let doubts and fears just drift away.

For in the dawn’s first glowing gleam,

Lies endless hope and endless dream.