In the hush of dawn's first light,

When shadows fade and dreams take flight,

A whisper stirs the sleeping land,

Awakening by nature's hand.

The flowers yawn, the birds will sing,

As sunbeams dance on gentle spring,

With every breath, life starts anew,

A canvas bright with every hue.

So rise and greet the day ahead,

Let morning's promise be your thread,

For in the heart of every morn,

Awakening brings hope reborn.