The first light of dawn
The first light of dawn, a whispered kiss,
A soft caress to night’s lingering abyss.
It stirs the sky with hues of rose and gold,
As shadows retreat, and the world unfolds.
The air, still cool with secrets of the dark,
Is warmed by the sun’s first tender spark.
A distant bird begins its quiet song,
Heralding the day where dreams belong.
The stars, though fading, leave their final trace,
A reminder of the night’s delicate grace.
As dew drops glisten on each blade of grass,
The earth awakens, and the moments pass.
A quiet hope stirs in the heart’s deep core,
The promise of a day to be explored.
In that brief instant, all the world feels right,
Bathed in the glow of the first dawn’s light.
The city stirs with sounds of distant feet,
The world begins to rise, both slow and sweet.
But in that stillness, before the rush begins,
The dawn whispers truths we’ve long forgotten within.
It tells us that each day’s a brand-new start,
A chance to heal, to dream, to chart the heart.
The first light of dawn, with gentle hands,
Guides us forward, as the darkness stands.