08/02/2025
The night recedes, the stars retreat,
A silent promise, soft and sweet.
The sky turns pale, then brushes gold,
A brand new story yet untold.
The world begins to stir and wake,
As shadows bow, the dawn they break.
The quiet hum of morning's grace,
A hopeful light fills empty space.
Each sunrise paints the day ahead,
A canvas washed in hues of red.
With daybreak comes a chance to rise,
A fresh new start beneath the skies.