In the hush of dawn, the world is still,
A canvas blank, awaiting will to paint.
Soft whispers of the morning breeze do pass,
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees they dance.
The sky blushes with a gentle hue,
As night departs, and day breaks through anew.
A moment pure, serene, and bright it stands,
Where shadows yield to dawning light’s embrace.
Thoughts gather like the morning mist, they form,
In quietude, they coexist in peace.
Dreams and hopes, both old and new, arise,
In daybreak’s glow, they come to view and shine.
With every breath, a fresh resolve is found,
As morning’s light begins to spread its wings.
In this tranquil, sacred space, I find,
My strength, my inner grace, my heart’s true calm.