The sun rises and sets every day,
An unbroken cycle of hope at play,
An awakening of expectations anew,
Painting the sky in vibrant hues.

Each dawn brings dreams that softly bloom,
Each dusk, a moment to make room,
For all the promises left to chase,
Before the light returns with grace.

So we wait for the morning's gleam,
To rise again and catch the dream.
© christian06030