Dawn's Labour

In the morning's gentle light, Beneath the sky so vast and bright, I feel the breeze upon my skin, As life's struggles slowly begin. The beauty of dawn's embrace, Yet burdened by life's relentless race, I toil with care, I work with might, Seeking solace in the morning light. Each breath a whisper, each step a beat, In the symphony of life's deceit, Yet still I strive, with all my heart, To weave success from dawn to dark. But in the quiet of the morning's grace, I find a moment, a fleeting space, To pause, to breathe, to simply be, Amidst the chaos, finding me.