In the ethereal embrace of morn's soft glow,
A tapestry of hues begins to show,
As darkness fades, unveiling skies anew,
Behold the birth of day, a wondrous view.

With gentle whispers, zephyrs start to play,
Caressing meadows where wildflowers sway,
Their petals dance, kissed by the sun's warm rays,
A symphony of colors, nature's praise.

The world awakens, stretching from its sleep,
Awash in golden light, secrets to keep,
The sway in the dawn, a graceful ballet,
Where dreams and reality freely sway.

The trees, like sentinels, reach for the...