The Break of Dawn
As night's dark veil is lifted high, And morning's radiant beams pierce the sky, The world awakens, fresh and new, In all its splendor, born anew.
The stars fade out, like embers cold, As sunrise blazes, young and bold, With fiery hues, that paint the east, And darkness flees, in hasty retreat.
The sky is set aflame, with shades of gold, As morning's glory, young and bold, Unfurls its splendor, like a banner wide, And night's dark shadows, are chased inside.
The world stirs, from its slumber deep, As morning's magic, all around does keep, The trees regain, their vibrant hue, And all around, new life breaks through.
The dew-kissed grass, with diamonds shines, As morning's beauty, all divine, The breeze whispers secrets, soft and low, As dawn's sweet magic, all hearts doth know.
The break of dawn, a wondrous sight, A new beginning, a fresh delight, A time for dreams, a time for hope, A time for all, a new scope.
The darkness fades, the light prevails, As morning's glory, all hearts regales, The world awakens, fresh and new, In all its splendor, born anew.
The break of dawn, a symphony, A chorus of joy, a sweet melody, A time for all, to start anew, To chase the dreams, that in hearts accrue.
The morning sun, with warmth and light, Brings life to all, banishes the night, The world is born, in all its grace, In the break of dawn's, sacred space.
So let us bask, in morning's glow, And let our spirits, with joy overflow, For in the break of dawn's, golden light, We find our strength, our hope, our sight.
