In the hush of early morn,
Where shadows fade and light is born,
I chase the whispers of the dawn, As gentle hues begin to adorn.
The sky awakens with golden gleam, A canvas painted with morning's dream, Where nature stirs, a tranquil stream, In this enchanting, silent scheme.
Birds sing their chorus, pure and clear, Their melodies carry without a fear, Echoing hope, dispelling any tear, As daylight's embrace draws near.
Oh, to witness this daily rebirth, As nature greets the waking earth, In every sunrise, a promise of worth, Renewing hope and endless mirth.
Embrace the dawn, its tender grace, A reminder of life's constant embrace, In every moment, a new place, To find solace and endless space.
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