Whispers of the Dawn

The morning light, a gentle thief, Steals shadows soft, brings sweet relief. It paints the hills in hues of gold, A story yet untold, unfolds. The breeze, it hums a lullaby, To wake the earth as dreams drift by. The flowers stir, their petals bloom, Dispelling night's unyielding gloom. The river sings, its voice a stream, Of whispered hopes and silent dreams. It carries tales from lands afar, Beneath the watch of morning's star. Oh, dawn, you are the world's rebirth, A canvas brushed with light and mirth. In you, the heart finds peace anew, A timeless dance, forever true.