New Dawn

Each sunrise whispers, begin again, A canvas fresh, where dreams remain. Yesterday fades—a fleeting tide, But today stands, arms open wide. A chance to mend, to shape, to write, To turn the wrongs into the right. The past has flown, its echoes dim, Yet hope still hums a sacred hymn. So grasp this gift, this golden day, Let purpose guide you on your way. For every dawn, a tale untold, A life reborn, a heart made bold.