In the hush of dawn, the sky ignites,
A symphony of gold and rose alights.
The night’s last whispers gently fade,
As daybreak paints the world in shades.
The horizon blushes with a fiery grace,
Each ray a tender, warm embrace.
Mountains stir and valleys wake,
As the sun ascends, the earth’s heart aches.
A golden crown adorns the morn,
Where dreams of light and hope are born.
In the quiet splendor of the rising day,
A new beginning finds its way.
August, 2024