In the heart of the dawn, where the new day is born,
A canvas of colors, a sky so wide,
Whispers of light, on the horizon sworn,
To chase away night, where the dark tides reside.
Beneath the vast dome, where the swift swallows roam,
The world stirs softly, a gentle hum,
Life awakens with a stretch and a yawn,
Embracing the promise, of what’s to come.
With each tender bloom, nature’s own heirloom,
A testament to time, and cycles spun,
The earth writes in petals, its own perfumed tome,
A story of resilience, never undone.
So here’s to the mornings, with their subtle warnings,
Of time that fleets, like the desert sands,
Yet, in each new sunrise, without the night’s disguises,
Lies a chance to start anew, with our own hands.