In the quiet before the sunrise’s call,
Where shadows wait, delicate and little,
A breath of fog, the world rises,
As dreams break down in morning’s lakes.
The sky, a material brushed with gold,
Holds stories ready to be told.
Each beam a commitment, brilliant and clear,
A tune no one but sunrise can hear.
Leaves dance delicately, kissed by light,
As time spreads out, the day lights.
With each heartbeat, life starts,
In murmured mysteries, trust presently turns.
So let us welcome the rising sun,
Embrace the day, for we are one.
In momentary minutes, track down our place,
In nature’s mood, limited by beauty.
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