The morning breaks with gentle grace,
A whisper soft across my face.
Golden threads through darkness weave,
As night prepares to take its leave.

In silence deep, the world awaits,
The sun to open heaven's gates.
And in this moment, pure and bright,
I find my soul bathed in the light.

The dewdrops catch the early rays,
Like diamonds scattered through the haze.
Each blade of grass, each flower's bloom,
Dispels the lingering night's gloom.

And as the world begins to wake,
I feel my heart begin to break—
Not from sorrow, but from joy,
At beauty nothing can destroy.